<?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-20873096</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:48:35.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's So Ron!!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</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>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-3699699195319117766</id><published>2008-03-24T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T00:29:33.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY Arunan finally goes JAPANESE 日本!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" color="#ff64b1" size="4"&gt;YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" color="#ff64b1" size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="5"&gt;Arunan &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; eats &lt;font face="Papyrus" color="#35cac2"&gt;Japanese food!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff95"&gt;&lt;font face="Tempus Sans ITC" size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO JAPAN 日本 !!!&amp;#160; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;:)&lt;/font&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I'm so happy that at least Arunan is&lt;font color="#c4c4c4"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#c4c4c4"&gt;willing&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;to try Japanese food &lt;em&gt;(although quite reluctant in a way).&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#160; And to all those who thinks that Japanese food is just about raw slices of salmon being slabbed onto rice... &lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" color="#f3af83" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh boy you are &lt;u&gt;SO&lt;/u&gt; wrong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Sushi is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;one&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of the &lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff09ff"&gt;many dishes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that Japanese cuisine has to offer.&amp;#160; There are many wonderful dishes like&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Euphemia" color="#f200f2" size="3"&gt; udon, ramen, soba, teriyaki chicken, katsu don, teppanyaki &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and many others!!!&amp;#160; Oh... I am only covering the tip of the iceberg!    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Anyway Arunan and I went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" color="#a8ea8c" size="4"&gt;Sushi Tei&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;at Taka for dinner.&amp;#160; Supposed to be at Central, &lt;em&gt;as they have more varieties and it is supposed to be &lt;strong&gt;haven &lt;/strong&gt;for Japanese addicts&lt;/em&gt;, but he wanted to take &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Neoprint&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; around this area, so yeah....    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Anyway we ordered a &lt;em&gt;few dishes&lt;/em&gt; and... &lt;font face="Century" color="#ffa54a" size="4"&gt;I think he likes some of the stuff&lt;/font&gt;, especially the&lt;font size="5"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;gyoza&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;em&gt;(dumplings).&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#160; Although he did not try raw stuff... I'm just &lt;strong&gt;happy that he's stepping out a little.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;#160; I mean, the one thing that scares some people is that most of the dishes consist of sushi, which is raw... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;but it's not JUST that.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Anyway enough said. &lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC" color="#8ceae6" size="5"&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;I can't just blabber on without any proof, can I???&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#160; enjoy the pics.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.google.com/mr.ron.tan/R_udIzGpYRI/AAAAAAAAAIw/RAHcAXtIRkk/P3171102%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="P3171102" src="http://lh4.google.com/mr.ron.tan/R_udKzGpYSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/3aQ9U5kazHo/P3171102_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH MY!!!&amp;#160; ARUNAN AND RAW FISH!!?!?&amp;#160; It can't be...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.google.com/mr.ron.tan/R_udNDGpYTI/AAAAAAAAAJA/aeunVAtlgog/P3171105%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="P3171105" src="http://lh6.google.com/mr.ron.tan/R_udPTGpYUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/iobAmY8u5P4/P3171105_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Having a taste of my udon&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.google.com/mr.ron.tan/R_udSzGpYVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_rHPsS7FePw/P3171106%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="P3171106" src="http://lh4.google.com/mr.ron.tan/R_udUzGpYWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/NQEQieyX6WY/P3171106_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Tempura&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.google.com/mr.ron.tan/R_udYTGpYXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/oESLDvkBvPw/P3171107%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="P3171107" src="http://lh6.google.com/mr.ron.tan/R_udaTGpYYI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ZJ6LdLxbLU8/P3171107_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Arunan at Sushi Tei, Takashimaya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Tempus Sans ITC"&gt;Hey!&amp;#160; How come I didn't take a pic of &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff06"&gt;myself!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-3699699195319117766?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/3699699195319117766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=3699699195319117766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/3699699195319117766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/3699699195319117766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2008/03/yay-arunan-finally-goes-japanese.html' title='YAY Arunan finally goes JAPANESE 日本!!!'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-5561486410777270405</id><published>2008-03-23T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T01:06:59.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feedback... Feedback [Ooohhh]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Impact" color="#ff0000" size="3"&gt;ARGH!!!&amp;#160; &lt;strike&gt;Stupid Kenny!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;#160; Hahhaha &lt;strong&gt;this Janet Jackson song is &lt;font face="Garamond" color="#00ff40"&gt;getting in my head!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I went out with my friend, Kenny, just to hang out.&amp;#160; This is day 2 of the long weekend that I am having.&amp;#160; It's fine... just that I don't know why I'm getting &lt;font color="#8000ff"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so jaded&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&amp;#160; I used to be able to go out so much more often. &lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;Maybe work had taken a toll on me&lt;/font&gt; &lt;em&gt;(or I let work affect me too much, I don't know).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway&lt;font face="Euphemia" size="3"&gt; that is not gonna affect &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; mood!&lt;/font&gt;&amp;#160; On Good Friday, &lt;strong&gt;James, Susan and I&lt;/strong&gt; went to VivoCity (my fav. shopping centre) and hang out.&amp;#160; It was great, just the 3 of us talking about life, silly nonsense and getting scared over &amp;quot;Rule No 1&amp;quot; &lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Unicode MS" color="#ff66ff"&gt;(which Susan and I agreed in the end that it wasn't so scary, after all)!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#160; Hahaha I always get scared watching all these show, cos I have the tendency of &lt;strong&gt;screaming&lt;/strong&gt; (maybe even louder than the girls!)&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;So pai seh leh.&amp;#160; &lt;font face="Kartika"&gt;You know, I haven't even left for my HK trip and we are talking about Star Cruise.&lt;/font&gt;&amp;#160; Hahaha :P &lt;font face="Juice ITC" color="#8000ff" size="5"&gt;what the hell....        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I met Kenny for the 1st time and just hang out around City Hall with him.&amp;#160; I think he thinks that I'm&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="Tempus Sans ITC"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;font color="#eb958b"&gt;lame&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font color="#eb958b"&gt;,&lt;/font&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#7afc81"&gt;crazy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and have a&lt;u&gt; &lt;font color="#f5ed81"&gt;big appetite!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;#160; Hahaha and we walked around City Hall area.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Now... for the reason why!&amp;#160; We were at HMV Citylink and he was telling me about Janet Jackson's new album.&amp;#160; And I was like, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot;Nice meh... her last 2 albums not that good&amp;quot;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot;It's good... just listen&amp;quot;      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Oh... okay loh&amp;quot;&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;So I did... and I was addicted to &amp;quot;Feedback&amp;quot;.&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Papyrus" color="#00ff00" size="3"&gt;Very addictive song&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;#160; It's the kinda music that you can hear in all &lt;font face="Century Gothic" color="#ffff80"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;disco/dance clubs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; all around the world.&amp;#160; I mean, you know... Janet's known for that kinda music.&amp;#160; &lt;font face="Century Gothic" color="#ffff00" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's groovy man!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;And Kenny let me listen to the remix version of it.&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Tempus Sans ITC" color="#5555ff" size="3"&gt;Wah even better!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;#160; And I was singing it over and over again.&amp;#160; The scary thing?&amp;#160; I was linking EVERY sentence to the word 'Feedback'.&amp;#160; Here are a few scenarios:     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#11eee9"&gt;Kenny: &amp;quot;You know those clothes are so ugly&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff80"&gt;Ron: &amp;quot;Then you didn't &lt;/font&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff80"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC" size="4"&gt;FEEDBACK, FEEDBACK&lt;/font&gt;...&amp;quot;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;font color="#7afcd1"&gt;Kenny: &amp;quot;Why don't they have shorter shorts...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff80"&gt;Ron: &amp;quot;Then you didn't &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC" size="4"&gt;FEEDBACK, FEEDBACK&lt;/font&gt;...&amp;quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;   &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#7df9cb"&gt;Kenny: &amp;quot;This is an invitation-only event and there are ah peks and aunties going in...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff80"&gt;Ron: &amp;quot;Yeah... so weird...&lt;/font&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Courier New" size="3"&gt;[pause]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;font color="#ffff80"&gt;then we should &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC" size="4"&gt;FEEDBACK, FEEDBACK&lt;/font&gt;...&amp;quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" color="#ff0000" size="4"&gt;Kenny: &amp;quot;AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ultimatum.&amp;#160; Anyway, there was some&lt;em&gt; fashion event&lt;/em&gt; at Marina Square.&amp;#160; The main event (where ppl can to sit up close) is &lt;em&gt;invitation-only&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;I really wonder how they select the people....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Impact" color="#ff0000" size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.google.com/mr.ron.tan/R-aN1TGpYHI/AAAAAAAAAHg/1Gfspq5fWaE/P3221111%5B13%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="216" alt="P3221111" src="http://lh3.google.com/mr.ron.tan/R-aN1zGpYII/AAAAAAAAAHo/yCUjmafX4HM/P3221111_thumb%5B11%5D.jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.google.com/mr.ron.tan/R-aN2jGpYJI/AAAAAAAAAHw/cbyasym7NqU/P3221113%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="213" alt="P3221113" src="http://lh5.google.com/mr.ron.tan/R-aN3TGpYKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/OLSRLryod-M/P3221113_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.google.com/mr.ron.tan/R-aN4DGpYLI/AAAAAAAAAIA/QImiXtsWY5Q/P3221115%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="223" alt="P3221115" src="http://lh3.google.com/mr.ron.tan/R-aN4zGpYMI/AAAAAAAAAII/wt-0lOJs10I/P3221115_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.google.com/mr.ron.tan/R-aN5jGpYNI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cVQrXrMfifM/P3221116%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="219" alt="P3221116" src="http://lh4.google.com/mr.ron.tan/R-aN6DGpYOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/5qAXKNBgR5Q/P3221116_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I begin to wonder...    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Let me end off with something funny     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh3.google.com/mr.ron.tan/R-aN6zGpYPI/AAAAAAAAAIg/mYHar-p7Cf8/P3221117%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="226" alt="P3221117" src="http://lh6.google.com/mr.ron.tan/R-aN7jGpYQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MgCX6BCYYnk/P3221117_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It's a room next to the toilet.&amp;#160; After so many years,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" color="#00ffff" size="4"&gt; I still don't know what this &lt;strike&gt;freaking &lt;/strike&gt;room is all about!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-5561486410777270405?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/5561486410777270405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=5561486410777270405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/5561486410777270405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/5561486410777270405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2008/03/feedback-feedback-ooohhh.html' title='Feedback... Feedback [Ooohhh]'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-513580867132155027</id><published>2008-03-16T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T22:02:05.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Craziest thing I've done to date.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I don't know why but I went to this website and the rest is history:   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kissableguy.mediacorptv.sg/index.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="Bradley Hand ITC" color="#00ffff" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Channel U's Most Kissable Guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Haha &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" color="#8000ff" size="3"&gt;I don't care if I win or lose&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;#160; But all I can say is... if I ever get to the Top whatever, I will just die laughing!&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#800000" size="5"&gt;Hello?!?!?&amp;#160; &lt;font color="#ff00ff" size="4"&gt;Channel U?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;#160; My Chinese like... &lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#00ff00" size="3"&gt;cannot make it?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;If you are bored and have nothing to do, &lt;a href="http://kissableguy.mediacorptv.sg/contestant01.php?id=141" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print" color="#ff8040" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vote for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-513580867132155027?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/513580867132155027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=513580867132155027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/513580867132155027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/513580867132155027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2008/03/craziest-thing-i-done-to-date.html' title='Craziest thing I&amp;#39;ve done to date.'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-78954359348195836</id><published>2008-03-08T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T22:24:48.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching for Mas Selamat bin Kastari</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's been slightly more than a week... and&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#33ff33"&gt; Mas Selamat&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, one of the JI leaders, is yet to be found.    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Frantic search started when Mas Selamat &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0482"&gt;escaped from Whitley Detention Centre &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;during his &lt;em&gt;'toilet break'&lt;/em&gt; on 27th February.&amp;#160; It was rather shocking news, considering that Singapore is known to be a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Meiryo" size="4"&gt; &lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;safe&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; place.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Posters of his rather stern face has been plastered all over Singapore, including &lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080"&gt;MRT stations, bus stops, coffee shops&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="5"&gt;Nokia shop at Wheelock&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; (which makes me wonder if this guy is actually going to go to the shop to get the latest Nokia phone, so that he can contact those &lt;strike&gt;bloody&lt;/strike&gt; JI people).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'm &lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#8000ff"&gt;rather concerned&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; about the security level in Singapore and &lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#bb7777"&gt;now the whole world's gonna think that this is a big joke on Singapore&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;#160; And I would have never imagined such a thing to have happened on our sunny island.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff80" size="6"&gt;*AND IT'S BEEN A &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff80" size="6"&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff80"&gt;WEEK +++ !!!!*&lt;/font&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But, seriously,&lt;font face="Tahoma" color="#ff9428" size="4"&gt; I believe that we can get over this.&lt;/font&gt;&amp;#160; I believe that the police force, commandos, secret forces &lt;em&gt;(and whichever forces that's in charge of this) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#6f00dd"&gt;will be able to track him down&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(although I've a funny feeling that he might have landed in Indonesia already).&lt;/em&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" color="#ffffff" size="4"&gt;Let's all pray&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and hope that he will be caught and be given a heavier sentence.&amp;#160; I'm sure &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#6acfff"&gt;God is fair.         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff0000" size="6"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas Selamat, you will NOT       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff0000" size="6"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be spared.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-78954359348195836?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/78954359348195836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=78954359348195836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/78954359348195836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/78954359348195836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2008/03/searching-for-mas-selamat-bin-kastari.html' title='Searching for Mas Selamat bin Kastari'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-5267746145301431503</id><published>2008-03-08T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T02:15:06.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM GOING TO HONG KONG!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Oh my God &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="4"&gt;I am confirmed on &lt;u&gt;Hong Kong&lt;/u&gt;!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;#160; Wow I'm like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8040"&gt;so&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; excited.&amp;#160; I've been thinking of my holiday for like&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Papyrus" size="3"&gt; &lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;*THE*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; longest time and it's like so cool, seriously.&amp;#160; Hahaha I'm running out of words to describe this adrenalin excitement!!! &lt;em&gt; So happy.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;But you know what's the funny thing?&amp;#160; I didn't book it through my agency but through the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;NATAS FAIR!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Yes it is the bi-yearly travel fair that every other Singaporean goes to pick up the best travel deal or to find out more travel related information.&amp;#160; It's like the annual sale for travel!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What I like about NATAS Fair is that you can choose from a range of tours from different agencies.&amp;#160; &lt;font color="#ffa448"&gt;The prices are&lt;em&gt; competitive&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;crazy &lt;/strong&gt;at times!!!&lt;/font&gt;&amp;#160; Besides that, you may also go and search for info on places that you intend to visit, check out new offers, new places to go and&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff42a0"&gt; even subscribe to 8 Days!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;em&gt; (seriously!&amp;#160; I did see Milo once, trying to promote some drinks). &lt;/em&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;This year's NATAS is different, cos:     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;It's held at&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#88eee9"&gt; &lt;u&gt;Expo.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;#160; It's usually held at Suntec &lt;em&gt;(which I would have preferred cos it's more convenient for me)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strike&gt; freaking organiser&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;It's held from&lt;font color="#808000"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;29th February - 2nd March&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;, which is very early compared to previous years (usually held end March) &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway, I went down to NATAS &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;twice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (once on Friday and once on Saturday).&amp;#160; Oh my God, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#962dff"&gt;the crowd's the same.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;#160; Okay, Friday afternoon is okay, cos not many people are around and free.&amp;#160; But Saturday was crazy!!!&amp;#160; It was like &lt;font color="#74baba"&gt;half of Singapore's population is searching for a holiday!!!&lt;/font&gt;&amp;#160; Ai yo, and &lt;font color="#2bbaff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they can still complain about &lt;em&gt;inflation&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;GST Hike&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;#160; H&lt;/font&gt;aha&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;During the 2 days, I was walking around looking for HK deals.&amp;#160; But it seems that a lot of agencies that could not provide my preferred travel dates: &lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#28ff28"&gt;end-July.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#160; Most of them could only give me rates until June.&amp;#160; Was worried, but thankfully I found 2 agencies:&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;font color="#f07800"&gt;Resorts Travel and Nam Ho Travel.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Although I went to Resorts 1st,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#008040"&gt; I booked with Nam Ho&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because the lady seems to know more and &lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#96e09a"&gt;was more attentive towards me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;#160; &lt;em&gt;And nicer :)&lt;/em&gt; .&amp;#160; Booking it was a little 'heartbreaking' because I have to foot a deposit of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Courier New" color="#800000" size="4"&gt;S$1000&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (yes THAT much) for the trip.&amp;#160; Rather scary, come to think of it.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;But I'm very glad that I've made the booking.&amp;#160; I'm really, really excited.&amp;#160; &lt;font face="kr" color="#e100e1" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It'll be my 1st time to Hong Kong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;.&amp;#160; And we are planning to travel to Macau, maybe go to &lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#5353ff"&gt;Disneyland or Ocean Park&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... wow it's just so... hard to describe.&amp;#160; Hahaha&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You know what's funny?&amp;#160; I was &lt;strong&gt;desperately&lt;/strong&gt; looking for a HK deal.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt;and I can slowly talk to the Air Mauritius lady about how similar Mauritius is to Singapore&lt;/font&gt; and &lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;chat with the TopDeck stuff about Spain.          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;This fair just makes me wanna travel... but I wanna go to places that not many people wanna go, including&lt;font color="#ffff80"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff80"&gt;Okinawa&lt;/font&gt;,&lt;font color="#88fb33"&gt; Jeju&lt;/font&gt; and &lt;font color="#ff4040"&gt;Spain&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;#160; Ai yah... maybe next time. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.google.com/mr.ron.tan/R9GF_Kv0esI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/WGkItiDNX5Q/P3011017%5B5%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="P3011017" src="http://lh5.google.com/mr.ron.tan/R9GF_6v0etI/AAAAAAAAAGY/pJj45KXYi2o/P3011017_thumb%5B3%5D" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Seriously the queue was THAT long&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.google.com/mr.ron.tan/R9GGBav0euI/AAAAAAAAAGg/d6oVHpfFM3o/P3011019%5B3%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="P3011019" src="http://lh3.google.com/mr.ron.tan/R9GGDav0evI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Sr2uqWxyWqM/P3011019_thumb%5B1%5D" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#15ff8a"&gt;&amp;quot;Oh my God I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; need a holiday...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.google.com/mr.ron.tan/R9GGE6v0ewI/AAAAAAAAAGw/sqcVHOo6VBY/P3011022%5B2%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="P3011022" src="http://lh3.google.com/mr.ron.tan/R9GGFav0exI/AAAAAAAAAG4/2FnAa1JqlF8/P3011022_thumb" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.google.com/mr.ron.tan/R9GGGqv0eyI/AAAAAAAAAHA/pf_1gUZqOUQ/P3011021%5B2%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="P3011021" src="http://lh6.google.com/mr.ron.tan/R9GGHKv0ezI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pu_RWJsVp5w/P3011021_thumb" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Never ending...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.google.com/mr.ron.tan/R9GGJav0e0I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ng7iFE-_7-M/P3011020%5B2%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="P3011020" src="http://lh6.google.com/mr.ron.tan/R9GGKKv0e1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/Wu64brzTo3g/P3011020_thumb" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-5267746145301431503?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/5267746145301431503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=5267746145301431503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/5267746145301431503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/5267746145301431503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-going-to-hong-kong.html' title='I AM GOING TO HONG KONG!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-8068321072619783005</id><published>2008-02-21T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T01:26:37.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SINGAPORE YOUTH OLYMPICS 2010!!!  YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;A big &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;congrats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for winning the bid to host the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Youth Olympics in 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  I was happy (although a bit sick still) to hear the news.  I mean, I kinda got a feeling that we will get it, but I didn't expect it to be &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;real!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;WOW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore's gonna be in for more tourists and visitors coming in.  And this time, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sportsmen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  Although we are not hosting the Olympics, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;the Youth Olympics is good enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  I mean... hello?  If we were to host the Olympics... &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think we would have to build another island altogether&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  I mean, even if we have the space on main island for the stadiums and sporting places... &lt;em&gt;how about accommodation for the athletes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Youth Olympics is more appropriate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(and of a better scale)&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am so proud of Singapore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  I mean, it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;SO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;cool loh. &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Wish I was there at the &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Padang &lt;/span&gt;to share the joy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  But I was at work lah.  I'm sure I can do something to help out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Can I help &lt;strong&gt;welcome &lt;/strong&gt;delegates?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-8068321072619783005?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/8068321072619783005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=8068321072619783005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/8068321072619783005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/8068321072619783005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2008/02/singapore-youth-olympics-2010-yay.html' title='SINGAPORE YOUTH OLYMPICS 2010!!!  YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-8690288058957720939</id><published>2008-02-13T22:19:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:08:52.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the Land of Smiles :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R8Lk0XkB47I/AAAAAAAAAD0/b242uYWiqDY/s1600-h/P2050478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170946910504215474" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R8Lk0XkB47I/AAAAAAAAAD0/b242uYWiqDY/s320/P2050478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hey ya everyone! I'm back from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600; font-family: trebuchet ms"&gt;THAILAND,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the &lt;span style="color: #cc0000"&gt;land of smiles.&lt;/span&gt; In Thai, their country name means&lt;em&gt; 'land of the free'&lt;/em&gt; and I literally felt quite free. Well, sort of.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0000"&gt;fun time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in Thailand :) Here's a brief of what I did:     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099"&gt;Day 1 - 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;p&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R8Lkz3kB46I/AAAAAAAAADs/pNVKHx8qbQM/s1600-h/P2050471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170946901914280866" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: hand" height="235" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R8Lkz3kB46I/AAAAAAAAADs/pNVKHx8qbQM/s320/P2050471.JPG" width="311" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I woke up freaking early in the morning to prepare for early morning flight via SQ. Hahaha the last min decision to go Thailand had left us with no choice but to take &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc"&gt;Singapore Airlines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Felt a bit cranky cos I was tired from late night&lt;em&gt; (naughty me)      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;We went to the airport and it was quite cool cos the&lt;strong&gt; WHOLE&lt;/strong&gt; family &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new"&gt;(except my uncle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; were there. I've not travelled with the whole family for a long time&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00cccc"&gt;. I don't even know when was the last time we did that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;After check in, we started to board the plane and flew our way to Bangkok. Upon arrival, we went straight through immigration and went straight to our hotel. The fun thing about the immigration is that... it's the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00"&gt;1st time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I actually went through immigration (from Singapore) at the new Suvarnabhumi airport &lt;em&gt;(although I'm not loving the new airport).&lt;/em&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The hotel was a shock.&lt;/strong&gt; The outlook was boring, Internet service was sucky, staff were too casual. Ah!!! Sometimes I wonder why Auntie Phua book such a hotel. But don't really blame her. She was looking for the best deal. But, we eventually spent more on taxi &lt;em&gt;(duh, my grandma can't walk much).&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600"&gt;Don't book Bangkok City Suites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Immediately went to Central World Plaza for a&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcc66"&gt; start of our shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Next few days were shopping and meeting extended family in Thailand for dinners. It was nice to see the whole family getting together, although somewhat...&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcc00"&gt; I felt a little out of place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I mean, I want to be as close to my Thai family members as possible, but &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099"&gt;I just don't know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R8Lk1HkB49I/AAAAAAAAAEE/_QgGvE-RNOY/s1600-h/P2060596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170946923389117394" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R8Lk1HkB49I/AAAAAAAAAEE/_QgGvE-RNOY/s320/P2060596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ccff"&gt;Kanchanaburi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on one of the days. It was near disastrous because we had like a van which has an aircon that didn't work well.&lt;strong&gt; Imagine&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color: #009900"&gt;11 people in a small van with&lt;strong&gt; lack of aircon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: #000099"&gt;And we did that for an &lt;strong&gt;entire day&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;We went to &lt;span style="color: #ffff00"&gt;River Kwai,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ff0000"&gt;Death Railway&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: #000099"&gt;Tiger Temple&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900"&gt;biggest disappointment was Tiger&lt;/span&gt; Temple&lt;/em&gt;, because the tigers didn't look as free as we thought they were. Although we got to take really nice pics of them, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc"&gt;they look lethargic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. My aunties suspect a bad case of... commercialism. They suspect that they were tranqualised so that people can take pics with them. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: arial"&gt;That's kinda cruel, I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I mean the reason why we came to Tiger Temple was to&lt;span style="color: #ff6600"&gt; see tigers roam around the temple freely,&lt;/span&gt; just like when the monks 1st found the tiger at his temple. Just like.. when he wanted to adopt it and have more tigers. I don't know. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000"&gt;It's just too fishy to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R8Lk0nkB48I/AAAAAAAAAD8/Rz0IBMFUgVk/s1600-h/P2050482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170946914799182786" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R8Lk0nkB48I/AAAAAAAAAD8/Rz0IBMFUgVk/s320/P2050482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00"&gt;River Kwai and Death Railway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was more interesting because I've never expected myself to be there and I did want to go there. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana"&gt;Was really &lt;span style="color: #cc33cc"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00"&gt;Shop, shop, shop...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ffcc00"&gt;I bought so many things man!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; On the 4th day, we went to the salon, which acts as a hairdressing salon, manicure, pedicure, facial and massage parlour all rolled up into one. I wanted a cut and colour, so they started on the colour 1st. Upon hearing my younger bro complain, I didn't want a cut already. Was scared, but my father was being very stubborn and told me not to give attitude. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What attitude?!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color: #3366ff"&gt;I was just trying to be on the safe side.&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Didn't go well in the end because &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff"&gt;my father misunderstood me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and there was a big commotion (that I made) and the whole freaking salon was so scared of me, it was like a volcano was going to erupt!!! Well... it did,&lt;strong&gt; considering that my hair looked like &lt;span style="color: #cc0000"&gt;lava!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; They redye the hair &lt;em&gt;(so that the roots were coloured)&lt;/em&gt; as they didn't do so and I wasn't that happy. Gave a big tip to cover up for my terrible drama. But, seriously, if not for my father... ahh &lt;em&gt;forget it.&lt;/em&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;My parents, elder bro, cousin Jacky and my auntie Applelyn went off 1st, as they were spending less days in Thailand, while my grandma, aunties Phua and Mary, younger bro Sean, cousin Julian and I took the overnight train to Udon Thani. &lt;strong&gt;Gonna meet my maid :)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new"&gt;although my mood was kinda sucky because of the hair incident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I mean,&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099"&gt; I looked in the mirror and I saw Ronald McDonald,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; so what did you expect?     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R8LmsnkB4-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/c9YDZqSJQ8Y/s1600-h/P2050506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170948976383484898" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R8LmsnkB4-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/c9YDZqSJQ8Y/s320/P2050506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; color: #6600cc"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; color: #6600cc"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; color: #6600cc"&gt;Day 5-8        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Woke up early, as the train arrived in Udon at around 7am. I had dinner and breakfast on the train&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33"&gt;. I was tricked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc"&gt;My dinner cost THB70&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099"&gt;my breakfast was THB 210&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffff00"&gt;Xiao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I wasted my money man.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I stepped out of the train and looked around.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc"&gt;&amp;quot;Ron!&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; screamed my maid.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900"&gt;&amp;quot;Auntie Rian!&amp;quot;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I shouted with exclaim.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;And both of us run towards each other, like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600"&gt;long lost lovers who haven't met for eons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new"&gt;(Oh my God the drama)        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R8LmtXkB5AI/AAAAAAAAAEc/BgmD8O4Djx8/s1600-h/P2100844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170948989268386818" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R8LmtXkB5AI/AAAAAAAAAEc/BgmD8O4Djx8/s320/P2100844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to the hotel to check in before leaving for our maid's village. We received a &lt;span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;em&gt;warm welcome&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from the villagers and we went straight into her house for another round of breakfast. Ai yo, we kept eating and eating! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600"&gt;Nice, warm porridge :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;We left for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00"&gt;Nong Khai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, which is a town near the border, so we were able to see Laos (which was so cool). We had dinner at some hawker centre in Udon. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099"&gt;Udon is a very small town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, so we were &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0000"&gt;able to get around much easier than Bangko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0000"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Oh, and things are a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600"&gt;little bit cheaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Haha!     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Next day was back at the village and we got to see my maid's farm. After retiring from us last July, she went back to the village and got herself land and do farm stuff. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcc00"&gt;Corn, tomatos, fruits...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;she planted a few things around. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-family: arial"&gt;It was cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;More and more food for us. We just &lt;em&gt;kept eating non stop&lt;span style="color: #33cc00"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993300"&gt;(oh God I'm so fat).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Too nice lah, they. After that, we went back to the train station for our overnight train to Bangkok.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900"&gt; It was sad to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I wish I could stay longer, but yea... what to do?     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R8LmtHkB4_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/UsIK_tM-WWk/s1600-h/P2090771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170948984973419506" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R8LmtHkB4_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/UsIK_tM-WWk/s320/P2090771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway we went back to Bangkok and it was time for me to add on to my luggage &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffff00"&gt;already full&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of my purchases. I don't know why I like to shop in Bangkok (esp&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: trebuchet ms"&gt; Mah Boon Khrong). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Maybe cos it's&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00"&gt; cheap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; lah. Haha     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;We went back to Singapore the afternoon of the last day. It was irritating to think about work, but I have work to do, so we had to go back.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%"&gt;Overall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R8LmuHkB5BI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_REe-_c1-cQ/s1600-h/P2100917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170949002153288722" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R8LmuHkB5BI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_REe-_c1-cQ/s320/P2100917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Throughout the trip, we had &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial"&gt;ups and downs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It's like, at every moment, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ccff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new"&gt;someone is complaining or having their bad moment&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and you &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6633ff; font-family: times new roman"&gt;can see like everyone's bad side and stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... and then &lt;span style="color: #993399"&gt;my grandmother would suddenly worry about the things in the luggage when we are like out of the hotel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;S&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o random.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Other than that, the trip was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00"&gt;good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It might be hard to organise a big group like that, but yeah... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffff00; font-family: trebuchet ms"&gt;I'm happy that we did it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :)     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R8LoW3kB5DI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Ins6rcDbv_M/s1600-h/P2060526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170950801744585778" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R8LoW3kB5DI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Ins6rcDbv_M/s320/P2060526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R8LoYHkB5EI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FDRjgfLEG2E/s1600-h/P2050501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170950823219422274" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: hand" height="180" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R8LoYHkB5EI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FDRjgfLEG2E/s320/P2050501.JPG" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R8LoWHkB5CI/AAAAAAAAAEs/4ZC7mptSeVE/s1600-h/P2050473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170950788859683874" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R8LoWHkB5CI/AAAAAAAAAEs/4ZC7mptSeVE/s320/P2050473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-8690288058957720939?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/8690288058957720939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=8690288058957720939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/8690288058957720939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/8690288058957720939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2008/02/back-from-land-of-smiles.html' title='Back from the Land of Smiles :)'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</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/_t4EzIPF76xE/R8Lk0XkB47I/AAAAAAAAAD0/b242uYWiqDY/s72-c/P2050478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-8311427089061176625</id><published>2008-01-28T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T22:56:48.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Inner Beng</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why doesn't anyone LIKE &lt;em&gt;techno/house&lt;/em&gt; music!??!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently, I was at Challenger with Jim and he thinks that these songs are beng and are so... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;similar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; True, I have to agree... but these songs are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SO cool!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't understand the stigma. You mean, only the ah bengs and ah lians can appreciate techno music? Or Euro Dance/Trance? Or House? It's cool, funky and sets the dancing mood at times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember once, I went to MOS with my friends. I was stuck at Smoove for a while. I can't totally appreciate that room's music. I mean, it's so hip hop. &lt;strong&gt;How in the world do you&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to a&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; foul-mouth rapping song&lt;/span&gt; about that &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;hot chica&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;that rich guy&lt;/span&gt; with the &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;bling bling&lt;/span&gt;!??!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I mean some songs have the beat. Some are like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;pure gansta rapping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ewww...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I walk by the main arena and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;my heart wants to run into the crowd&lt;/span&gt;, then &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;suddenly an invisible hand pulls me out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And I end up going back to Smoove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh but we did go to &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;54&lt;/span&gt;, which is my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;FAVOURITE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;room. It has &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;disco music&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :) &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOOGIE WONDERLAAAAAAAAAAAAAND....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still like techno. I mean, not all of the songs, but most of them are &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;quite nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I might be a beng, after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-8311427089061176625?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/8311427089061176625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=8311427089061176625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/8311427089061176625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/8311427089061176625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2008/01/inner-beng.html' title='The Inner Beng'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-7659817648444464083</id><published>2008-01-27T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T00:49:58.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Happy Children's Day, Ron"</title><content type='html'>After a long day, I came back home with my purchases, rushing to pack my cabinet a little and then I &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;chanced upon a notebook with a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;small note&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stuck on it.  And it says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"HAPPY CHILDREN'S DAY, RON"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;autograph notebook &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;that my primary school form teacher &lt;em&gt;(Primary 6, to be exact) &lt;/em&gt;gave us.  I wouldn't really bother about it, most of the time, but &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;today, I thought it would be nice to have a look at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open and read each written page.  I laughed at &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;all the funny comments&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;the illegible handwriting&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;all the &lt;em&gt;salah &lt;/em&gt;grammar.&lt;/span&gt;  But I also read all my teachers' encouraging and sweet comments.  Then the ultimate came: I read 2 of my good friends comments.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Very touching and real.  And innocent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I felt innocence in it.  Then I begin to wonder... &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;why did I distance myself away from that good friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;one of them)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;of mine?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Why did I quarrel with him?&lt;/span&gt;   I mean... &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I seriously don't remember what the fight was about!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.I feel so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  Seriously.  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He's not totally a bad person.&lt;/span&gt;  I mean, everyone has their good and bad points.  Could have been some &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;misunderstanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  Although I cannot turn back time and I may not be as close as those times, I wish to &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;start afresh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with my friend.  Hopefully, I would be able to get to know the guy that I knew in primary school.  Hopefully, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all the bad memories will &lt;em&gt;fade away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, I reflected on my &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;teachers' comments &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;and my friend's comments). &lt;/em&gt; You know what?  It seems like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I've never changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  Sad, but true.  Haha I'm still that &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;naive, 'blur' and hardworking guy&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;who's &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anxious to please people and can be terribly hard on himself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;em&gt;Gotta change man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is not at loss... I mean there are always &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;new beginnings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and we can &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ALL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;start afresh.  So I actually started searching for my primary school friends.  I saw one of them and I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nearly fainted&lt;/span&gt; because suddenly, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;he looks like he transformed from a cute plump boy to some Manhunt contestant!&lt;/span&gt;  Haha the world has changed &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so much!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully a few of you know some of my classmates.  Or you are MY classmate in primary school and you are reading my blog.  Please add me on MSN, Facebook, Friendster... &lt;strong&gt;whatever!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-7659817648444464083?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/7659817648444464083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=7659817648444464083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/7659817648444464083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/7659817648444464083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-childrens-day-ron.html' title='&quot;Happy Children&apos;s Day, Ron&quot;'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-7306117616138908537</id><published>2008-01-24T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T00:54:47.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heath Ledger [1979-2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Suddenly the world stops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A great movie star found &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;dead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;in his Manhattan apartment on Tuesday night &lt;em&gt;(Wed morning in Singapore).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Unbelievable, but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I would have&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt; never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; expected him to die.  I mean, he seems like a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;nice guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, you know, he's really not that kinda typical Hollywood stars that likes to get into the paparazzi and get into all sorts of nonsense to get headlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the kind of movies he does is amazing.  I think &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Brokeback Mountain",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whoa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  For a straight guy, married, to actually lose himself in this role.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Kudos to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  He may not be one of my favourite actors, but&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; I think 28 is too young an age to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autopsy is yet to come.  From there, we will know if he &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;committed suicide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or he had an &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;accidental drug overdose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;(which is kinda scary).&lt;/em&gt;  I rather it be the latter, but the former does seem possible.  I mean, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;accidental drug overdose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  Is it &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;possible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  I mean, especially when he's found &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;dead &lt;strong&gt;naked?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Erh... honestly I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if he really did commit suicide... I mean... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;don't they feel pain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  I mean, &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;the thought of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;wanting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to hurt yourself&lt;/span&gt; is really so &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;unbelievable&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Is life &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;not worth living?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  I feel sad; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;he had a promising future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suicide suddenly reminds me of my school mate &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;who actually committed suicide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  Unbelievable, but true.  Wah... &lt;em&gt;I was really in shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the outcome is... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;may he rest in peace.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-7306117616138908537?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/7306117616138908537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=7306117616138908537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/7306117616138908537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/7306117616138908537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2008/01/heath-ledger-1979-2008.html' title='Heath Ledger [1979-2008]'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-745100175824003894</id><published>2008-01-20T13:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T01:09:51.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only I had the cash now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;... I would &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;travel everywhere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hahaha travelling is like really fun!! I mean &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;getting lost in a foreign city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;trying new stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;seeing new sights...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; getting immersed into the culture. It's like &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;so cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Here's my wishlist of places tha I wanna travel to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ASIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;1. Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Okinawa&lt;br /&gt;- Tokyo&lt;br /&gt;- Tokyo Disneyland&lt;br /&gt;- Hokkaido&lt;br /&gt;- Fukuoka&lt;br /&gt;- Mt Fuji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2. South Korea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jeju Island&lt;br /&gt;- Seoul&lt;br /&gt;- DMZ Zone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;3. Taiwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Shihlih Night Market, Taipei&lt;br /&gt;- Hualien&lt;br /&gt;- Kaoshiung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4. Hong Kong &amp;amp; Macau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Disneyland&lt;br /&gt;- HK Ocean Park&lt;br /&gt;- HK version of the Walk of Fame (I don't know what it's called)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;5. Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sabah&lt;br /&gt;- Langkawi&lt;br /&gt;- Tioman&lt;br /&gt;- Sunway Lagoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;6. Indonesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lombok&lt;br /&gt;- Medan&lt;br /&gt;- Bintan&lt;br /&gt;- Batam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;7. Indochina (Cambodia, Laos, Vietnam, Myanmar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;8. Thailand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Any of the beaches (Phuket, Koh Samui, Koh Phi Phi)&lt;br /&gt;- Ayutthaya&lt;br /&gt;- Kanchanaburi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. China&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Beijing&lt;br /&gt;- Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;- Xian (TerraCotta Warriors!)&lt;br /&gt;- Shanghai&lt;br /&gt;- Sanya&lt;br /&gt;- Yunnan&lt;br /&gt;- Fujian (for obvious reasons)&lt;br /&gt;- Tibet&lt;br /&gt;- Harbin&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;10. Others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mumbai, India&lt;br /&gt;- Goa, India&lt;br /&gt;- Amristar, India&lt;br /&gt;- Rajasthan, India&lt;br /&gt;- Sri Lanka&lt;br /&gt;- Bhutan&lt;br /&gt;- Mongolia&lt;br /&gt;- Maldives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EUROPE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Spain&lt;br /&gt;- Greece&lt;br /&gt;- UK&lt;br /&gt;- Norway&lt;br /&gt;- Netherlands (Amsterdam!)&lt;br /&gt;- Swizterland&lt;br /&gt;- Italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMERICAS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Texas&lt;br /&gt;- Seattle&lt;br /&gt;- Chicago&lt;br /&gt;- Alaska&lt;br /&gt;- Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;- New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;- Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;- Oklahoma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2. Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Niagara Falls&lt;br /&gt;- Toronto&lt;br /&gt;- Quebec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;3. Central and South&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the WHOLE of South America&lt;br /&gt;- Cuba&lt;br /&gt;- Mexico&lt;br /&gt;- Puerto Rico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MIDDLE EAST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Turkey&lt;br /&gt;- Egypt&lt;br /&gt;- Israel&lt;br /&gt;- Jordan&lt;br /&gt;- Dubai, UAE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AFRICA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Morocco&lt;br /&gt;- South Africa&lt;br /&gt;- Magadascar&lt;br /&gt;- Kenya&lt;br /&gt;- Zimbabwe&lt;br /&gt;- Victoria Falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;OCEANIA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;1. Australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Sydney Opera House&lt;br /&gt;- Melbourne&lt;br /&gt;- Perth&lt;br /&gt;- Phillip Island&lt;br /&gt;- Christmas Island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2. New Zealand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Auckland&lt;br /&gt;- Christchurch&lt;br /&gt;- Queenstown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. Others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Guam&lt;br /&gt;- Fiji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai yah... if only....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-745100175824003894?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/745100175824003894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=745100175824003894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/745100175824003894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/745100175824003894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-only-i-had-cash-now.html' title='If only I had the cash now...'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-2208840560892725766</id><published>2008-01-17T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:08:52.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol Season... OMG it's their 7TH SEASON!??!</title><content type='html'>Can you believe that despite having &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;6 freaking winners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, millions of &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;terribly awful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(but entertaining)&lt;/em&gt; auditions and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;lotsa fatigue viewers&lt;/span&gt;, USA just &lt;strong&gt;can't get enough of &lt;em&gt;Idol feve&lt;/em&gt;r&lt;/strong&gt;? Even 'Pop Idol', the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;original &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Idol show from UK&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; (yes it's from UK and yes American Idol is not the original one, for those whom are oblivious)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; stopped at the&lt;em&gt; 2nd&lt;/em&gt; season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the fact that America's a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; country. Maybe it's the fact that people &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; they have that chance, despite not even having a voice&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to Britney and that Simon is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;super bitchy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and critical &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(do these people actually&lt;em&gt; WATCH&lt;/em&gt; TV?). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Maybe they just want to be on TV. Maybe they just want to give Simon a piece of his own medicine. Whatever it is, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;American Idol is very entertaining in its own ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know, a lot of people are getting bored. The concept is&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; overused&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in many areas. Let's take Singapore for example. After American Idol was shown here, Singapore Idol came about and people started getting &lt;em&gt;excited.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Then came the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;copycats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Project Superstar&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Anugerah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Vasatham Star,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Campus Superstar,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;The Dance Floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and many other shows with the same formula: &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;people's votes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda gets boring after a while, cos the judges will &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;try to be critical for the sake of it&lt;/span&gt; and the people will &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; listen and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;vote for some &lt;em&gt;salah&lt;/em&gt; people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(until they realise that the people can't actually sing). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And because of our small population, salah people can actually just get a few good friends and a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;very big supportive family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; inject votes&lt;/span&gt; to give them the rights to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a pity.&lt;/strong&gt; There's only 2 Singapore Idol seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to American Idol, if you think season 7 is gonna be the last one, you are wrong. Contracts has been signed to give them the rights for &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 more seasons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; after this season&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt; (crazy).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I think America really cannot get enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since America claims to have so much talent, let's see what the Idols have been up to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;KELLY CLARKSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R5LNR-84BOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/5Qek0JB7I68/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157410232132437218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" height="177" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R5LNR-84BOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/5Qek0JB7I68/s320/untitled1.bmp" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammy award winning singer with award winner songs and albums, she is so far the best and the most successful Idol winner. It is a real pity that MediaCorp did not show this season, of all the seasons. But I am glad that she prove that she can make it outside the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think her 3rd album is doing as well as the previous 2, but I am hopeful for her. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I think she can make it still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RUBEN STUDDARD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R5LN1-84BPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2C6fzMNWq6k/s1600-h/untitle3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157410850607727858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="229" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R5LN1-84BPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2C6fzMNWq6k/s320/untitle3.bmp" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This bear is cute and funky, but he is &lt;em&gt;so-so&lt;/em&gt;. Album sales hasn't been too good. He has already... 3 or 4 albums to date &lt;em&gt;(I am serious)&lt;/em&gt; and it's been... just like that. Lacklustre response and sales. Clay Aiken did a much, much better job when their 1st albums came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now it seems dead...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FANTASIA BARRINO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R5LN1-84BQI/AAAAAAAAADE/aIl1fuV3WBo/s1600-h/a1818_p1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157410850607727874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="160" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R5LN1-84BQI/AAAAAAAAADE/aIl1fuV3WBo/s320/a1818_p1.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fantasia was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;honest, straightforward and unique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I think that is what made her win the competition. The season finalists actually came to Singapore for a concert. And it was kinda cool. Loved to see LaToya London and Jennifer Hudson belting their hearts out. And Fantasia screaming like a crazy woman! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her album was so-so for me. Apparently her album is big in US. Hmm... I don't know man. I'm like okay with her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CARRIE UNDERWOOD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R5LPO-84BSI/AAAAAAAAADU/uqGl2vUKo48/s1600-h/untitle4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157412379616085282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="242" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R5LPO-84BSI/AAAAAAAAADU/uqGl2vUKo48/s320/untitle4.bmp" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another best seller. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her purity and innocence is her selling point&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. With her amazing voice and down-to-earth roots, it's no wonder her albums is hitting a lot of charts worldwide. I actually preferred Bo to win, so you can only imagine how I felt when I was right there at Kodak Theatre. But her album, her image and everything... &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;kinda blew me away&lt;/span&gt; and I fell in love with this country babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bo Bice was good and all... but don't know what happened to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;TAYLOR HICKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R5LPO-84BTI/AAAAAAAAADc/NehEwhN2ugE/s1600-h/untitled5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157412379616085298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R5LPO-84BTI/AAAAAAAAADc/NehEwhN2ugE/s320/untitled5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think America must have made a mistake with him. I mean, hello?!! Chris Daughtry was supposed to take THAT position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; What the hell were they thinking?!??! Argh! Sometimes, I don't know what the people are doing. But, well anyway he won. Got his own album, blah blah and now he's out of his record label.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Runner Up Katharine McPhee was great and fabulous and she has everything... but think her album sales weren't so good too. And she is also out of her label. But I personally like her a lot and I wouldn't mind buying her album. Maybe don't need to be so R&amp;amp;B/Hip Hop lah, babe. A bit of classic is fine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;DAUGHTRY ROCKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JORDIN SPARKS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R5LPPO84BUI/AAAAAAAAADk/lr1XcpPtmrA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157412383911052610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R5LPPO84BUI/AAAAAAAAADk/lr1XcpPtmrA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordin is a nice and sweet gal. But I thought she didn't seem to be like.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;winner material.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Maybe cos she's young. Maybe cos her being in Top 2 was unexpected. I don't know... but doesn't seem like the Top 2 of this season is shining as brightly as the others. Her song sounds... a little too hip hop for her, I think. I mean I love her voice and everything.. but it seems like something's missing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope season 7 will not be so typical. &lt;strong&gt;But it has been in many ways already.&lt;/strong&gt; Glorifying the salah ones and sympathising the good ones... And it's kinda... &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boring and typical&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha I'm so loss for words. And even if they win... I mean&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; it doesn't guarantee them success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sad, but true. I think &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;this formula is &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;overused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just see what the new season of American Idol will bring...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-2208840560892725766?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/2208840560892725766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=2208840560892725766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/2208840560892725766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/2208840560892725766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2008/01/american-idol-season-omg-its-their-7th.html' title='American Idol Season... OMG it&apos;s their 7TH SEASON!??!'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</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/_t4EzIPF76xE/R5LNR-84BOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/5Qek0JB7I68/s72-c/untitled1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-8490360435364429711</id><published>2008-01-12T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:08:53.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pilgrimage to Temasek (TP ROCKS)</title><content type='html'>I've been &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;quite busy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(though not as busy as last month) &lt;/em&gt;with work. But after much persuasion, I decided to come back to TP and check out what my school is like now. Thing is... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my friend didn't know that I'm coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I just told Nicholas that I can't make it.&lt;/strong&gt; Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took bus&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;all the way to TP this afternoon. It felt so good, cos it just remind of the old days... going to school while looking into the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;big blue sky&lt;/span&gt;, listening to my&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; discman&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;getting lost in my world.&lt;/span&gt;.. thinking about the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;beautiful things in life&lt;/span&gt; and all the&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; beautiful people around&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's such a wonderful feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving, I walk across the bridge linking to TP. There were overly-enthusiatic kids (lined up on each side of the bridge) shouting and greeting each visitor&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; [with much enthusiasm and warmth] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;that walks into and out of the school. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;They reminded me of the reason &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I chose to go to TP out of the (then) 4 polytechnics :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave a call to Nicholas and shocked him by telling him that I am in school. Hahaa, but at least it was a pleasant surprise. We went straight to the business school and walk through crowds... ended up at &lt;strong&gt;LT 19&lt;/strong&gt; for some &lt;em&gt;crazy show&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagine sitting in a &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;room with kids trying to decide their fate&lt;/span&gt; through a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ridiculously mad fashion show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; hosted by a &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;'drag queen'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 'drag queen' came out and starting bringing in representatives of each diploma course in the Business school &lt;em&gt;(quite proud that HTM got a pretty one).&lt;/em&gt; And there had this role playing nonsense that was ridiculously &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mad,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;draggy &lt;/span&gt;but &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;funny.&lt;/span&gt; That 'drag queen' was totally crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went straight to &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Biz Park&lt;/span&gt; for something that I have been longing for for eons. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;[for those who study in TP, please say this along with me...] &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAR-LER ONE!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R4uMYe84BKI/AAAAAAAAACU/0ybUNaR2rNo/s1600-h/P1120288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155368550708806818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R4uMYe84BKI/AAAAAAAAACU/0ybUNaR2rNo/s320/P1120288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahah okay okay for the totally clueless, it's actually the&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; infamous chicken cutlet&lt;/span&gt; from TP Business School canteen, also known as Biz Park. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Nicholas was wondering what's up with me and my craze over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who has never been to TP, you should try this. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;It's the only chicken cutlet that I've known that has&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; sauce&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; over it.&lt;/span&gt; Usually you only get this sauce if you buy chicken chop, or pork chop, or whatever chop lah. But in this canteen, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;every other dish &lt;strong&gt;has &lt;/strong&gt;sauce on it&lt;/span&gt;. And it taste amazing. I would usually have it once a week. It just &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;perks me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon graduating... my life got more and more busy and I never had the time to go back to school. I did go back a few times, but the stall was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;always closed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I was SO happy that it's open today!!! I queued up patiently to order my favourite dish. The auntie and all the workers &lt;em&gt;(except the guy who says 'car-ler one')&lt;/em&gt; were there. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Poor 'car-ler one' man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The Lord decided to take him to Heaven earlier. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm so sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; But anyway... my cutlet came and I happily added a generous amount of mayo, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;just like I always do when I was in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked to the table where Nicholas was sitting, smiling excitedly like a little kid with his favourite bag of candies. Oh my God.. the moment... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;the anxiety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It took me a while before I cut that very small piece and place it into my mouth....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;HMMMMM&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MMMMMM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MMMMMMMMM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh my God. I nearly &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It still taste so good.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; An adrenaline rush ran into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've waited 3 freaking years for this moment. No one knows how much &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HEART&lt;/span&gt; BIZ PARK CHICKEN CUTLET&lt;/span&gt;. It's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; The frieds, the beans, the chicken cutlet and the sauce... only the bread is different. But that's fine. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still lovin' it&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R4uO4O84BNI/AAAAAAAAACs/27ntmRjeKNE/s1600-h/IMG_3113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155371295192909010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R4uO4O84BNI/AAAAAAAAACs/27ntmRjeKNE/s320/IMG_3113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nicholas was still puzzled&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha wait till he leaves school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around school and towards the end, he had to go back to CyberCentre to load pics for his CCA, so he had to go and... I went walking around myself. There are quite a bit of changes in school and... yeah it's quite diff. I mean, Cheers in school, no more travel agency, a more high tech looking book drop. Wow. School has changed, but I'm glad that the&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; enthusiasm is still there&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier on, I managed to see a&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; 'rock' performance&lt;/span&gt; by some school group&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;and all the 'i-guides' (or rather, school guides) were dancing around. Cheers after cheers, TP students just can't seem to get enough of it. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And if you think &lt;strong&gt;that's&lt;/strong&gt; over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... a familiar song came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;OH MY GOD MASS DANCE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like dancing it, cos I roughly remember the steps... &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then I realised that I&lt;strong&gt; don't&lt;/strong&gt; have a&lt;/span&gt; partner. And Nicholas found his own partner&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (&lt;em&gt;even if he didn't, I can't exactly be dancing the mass dance with him).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun seeing all these crazy kids doing the mad dance &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(oh my God, are we the only school in the world that has our OWN mass dance??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the tiring dance, came... the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CHICKY DANCE.&lt;/span&gt; This one is a little crazy. I don't know how to explain it but it's total madness. Then our school song. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I really wish I was back in school. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Those were the days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day ended with dinner with Jeremy&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;at Tampines and walking around Tampines Mall &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(affectionately known as TM to TP students).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Aaah... then I took 23 back home and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;pass by school again!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R4uOKe84BMI/AAAAAAAAACk/GD5HXZ8BQGo/s1600-h/IMG_3219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155370509213893826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R4uOKe84BMI/AAAAAAAAACk/GD5HXZ8BQGo/s320/IMG_3219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;those were the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-8490360435364429711?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/8490360435364429711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=8490360435364429711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/8490360435364429711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/8490360435364429711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2008/01/pilgrimage-to-temasek-tp-rocks.html' title='Pilgrimage to Temasek (TP ROCKS)'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</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/_t4EzIPF76xE/R4uMYe84BKI/AAAAAAAAACU/0ybUNaR2rNo/s72-c/P1120288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-8288345983421349725</id><published>2008-01-05T06:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T23:35:04.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>argh why am I getting sick...</title><content type='html'>... and still exercising.&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I'm &lt;em&gt;mad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha! I didn't have a good night sleep and obviously, I woke up much much earlier than I supposed to. Actually this entry is supposed to be called&lt;strong&gt; Travel Woes&lt;/strong&gt;, but &lt;em&gt;whatever&lt;/em&gt;.  Anyway here are the &lt;em&gt;'travel woes'&lt;/em&gt; that I've been having:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;1. Thailand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family initially wanted to go to Thailand next month.  Suddenly my auntie and my mother &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;decided to visit Buddhist temples in Bangladesh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  Whoa... okay I mean that's good, but I kinda took leave for the Thailand trip.  And I wasn't so interested in Bangladesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, upon hearing my say, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;they wanted to carry on with the Thailand trip&lt;/span&gt;.  Now I've only hours to decide on my flights, because I am thinking of going to &lt;em&gt;Pattaya &lt;/em&gt;to meet my friend for a day or so... &lt;strong&gt;oh man so tight!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Hong Kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No probs, except that I am still thinking between &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;normal carriers and budget carriers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  I'm really not fussy about things, but I must say that &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I haven't had very good experience with budget carriers.&lt;/span&gt;  I mean, seriously how to survive without &lt;em&gt;pretty air stewardesses serving you meals on board&lt;/em&gt; and looking &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh-so-pretty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;(although I beg to differ on certain airlines)&lt;/em&gt; and feeling all comfortable and relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sound pampered&lt;/strong&gt;.  I have to admit that I do sound like that.  If even people who can affordable more than budget carriers is &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;asking me&lt;/span&gt; to save on airfare, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I must be really pampered&lt;/span&gt;.  But I didn't have a good experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, queuing up to take your seats?  Either suffering extremely&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; Arctic-like coldness&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sahara-like heat&lt;/span&gt; on each flight?  &lt;em&gt;Paying S$3 for a cup of instant porridge?&lt;/em&gt;  And seeing poor ah peks and ah mas queuing up for seats?  I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;really gotta think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;3. Taiwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend just reminded me that &lt;em&gt;Taiwan is a nice place to go&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Yes, the land of &lt;em&gt;bubble tea&lt;/em&gt;, A&lt;em&gt;*Mei and her aborigine heritage, hot springs, good food and crazy politics&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's the only place in the world where it's legal to act cute&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;  Go down Orchard Road with the act-cute attitude and you just get &lt;em&gt;weird stares&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt; lotsa gosipping.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyway I found out that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;JetStar flies to Taipei.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt; Oh my God... but for &lt;strong&gt;6 hours???&lt;/strong&gt;  Oh man... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;can I opt for &lt;em&gt;Eva Air?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;em&gt;At least it's safer than China Airlines.&lt;/em&gt;  Hahaha... really wanna go to Taiwan anyway.  I don't know what is so attractive about it, but it does intrigue me.  &lt;strong&gt;A lot&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm already going to Thailand and Hong Kong.  And that doesn't include my fam trips etc.... &lt;em&gt;don't know if I can afford Taiwan.&lt;/em&gt;  Ai yah... there goes my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shihlin Night Snacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;How how HOW!!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-8288345983421349725?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/8288345983421349725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=8288345983421349725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/8288345983421349725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/8288345983421349725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2008/01/argh-why-am-i-getting-sick.html' title='argh why am I getting sick...'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-7785452506937113226</id><published>2007-12-26T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T23:33:38.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in PSP Mode</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ARGH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; frustrated&lt;/span&gt; with&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; irritating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;, bitchy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;nasty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;or &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;just plain idiotic&lt;/span&gt; people that you just wanna strangle!??! Although I'm in an industry where I have to face all sort of people and I have to handle them with TLC, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I do get &lt;em&gt;frustrated &lt;/em&gt;at times!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Hello? I'm only &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I can only tolerate&lt;em&gt; THIS&lt;/em&gt; much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't help that these people keep coming back to &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bug you&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;time after time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And it happens just &lt;em&gt;when you forget about them altogether&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;MUY IRRITANTE MAS! TODO ES TONTA PERRAS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;AAAAAHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;If only life was &lt;em&gt;like some computer or video game&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; You know... just put all these stupid people into a video game and just &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;shoot them&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;punch them&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;kick them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;whatever!!!&lt;/span&gt; All gone, &lt;strong&gt;forever&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(evil laugh)...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Life in&lt;em&gt; PSP&lt;/em&gt; mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;should I get a PSP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-7785452506937113226?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/7785452506937113226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=7785452506937113226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/7785452506937113226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/7785452506937113226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2007/12/life-in-psp-mode.html' title='Life in PSP Mode'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-1320406261310653655</id><published>2007-12-25T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T18:03:17.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Everyone!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;¡Feliz Navidad!... &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;¡Feliz Navidad!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CHRISTMAS &lt;/span&gt;EVERYONE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;  Woo hoo... I'm feeling kinda &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;crazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; now.  Everyone is celebrating on the streets, going out, watching movies, having parties what not... but &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;today I just feel like taking a break&lt;/span&gt;.  Besides... I had a&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; weekend&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We all ought to celebrate, no matter what you believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  You can choose to party the night away, go to church and sing carols, watch a movie with your friends, do some sports... &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I mean it's a public holiday anyway&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today just felt like staying at home cos &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have Christmas cards to do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(OH NO).&lt;/strong&gt;  Yes, belated as it is... no choice lah.  Work has been taking a toll on me &lt;em&gt;(and my precious time).&lt;/em&gt;  I mean it is fine, really.  But there's just too many things to do. &lt;em&gt; One min I'm with Client A on the phone, while Client B walks in and ask about their visas and Client C bugs me about some proposal&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;strong&gt; ai yo how lah!?!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had time to &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;swim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(although it started raining cats and dogs when I entered the pool)&lt;/em&gt; and relax myself and my mind.  &lt;strong&gt;Then I&lt;em&gt; think&lt;/em&gt; about the things I did this year.&lt;/strong&gt;  So much things has changed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Army Days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a fine year... cos I kinda knew that I was going to ORD this year.  And although it was in the later part of the year, I knew I would be happy.  Just that, I don't really fancy being in it.  There's too much nonsense in it.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm just lucky to have survived without any bad records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay yes, maybe I made a few enemies and I get teased at times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  And doesn't help that some of the higher ranking personnels are rather 'strange' and ridiculous in their own ways.  Honestly, it &lt;strong&gt;sucks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, come to think about it... years ago I never imagined myself to have actually completed NS.  Years ago, I dread the fact of ARMY.  It's like going to jail or something.  BMT, training... oh my God. &lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"Tears on my Pillow"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Wake me up when September ends"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was my theme songs loh.  But I survived.  Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and thanks to my officers, I finally passed IPPT.  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;2. Catching up with friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work, school, army... whatever!  &lt;strong&gt;Everyone is &lt;em&gt;getting busier and busier&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;  Hard to make new friends as you grow older, so it's best to catch up with those that you have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to go out more with &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desmond and Arunan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; while they were back from UK.  It's kinda funny that we wanted to go through the same path &lt;em&gt;(somewhat),&lt;/em&gt; but we ended up doing things differently.  And yes, it is tough to catch up when you have different goals and different focus point in lives, but I am just grateful that &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;we are still friends&lt;/span&gt;, despite all that has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also try to catch up with those that are in Singapore.  &lt;em&gt;Jeremy, Susan, James&lt;/em&gt;... it was a rather tough year cos of the problems that arose.  Honestly, it was rather &lt;em&gt;scary and sickening&lt;/em&gt;.  I'm just glad the situation has &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;simmer down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanitha, Adrienne and gang are all working &lt;em&gt;(except for Danielle, who's studying).&lt;/em&gt;  Very hard to meet up, especially Vanitha (my fitch)!  Wah... but we managed to go for dinner, go for outings, birthdays... and &lt;strong&gt;HALLOWEEN&lt;/strong&gt;!  Hahha&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; I never imagined myself to be going clubbing with a freaking box over my head.&lt;/span&gt;  Hahaa.  I had cereal boxes all over my shirt with red plastic knives on it and a bit cereal box over my head... and I was just a &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;cereal killer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;get it?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More random meetings week by week.  It's good to socialise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;3. Bali Trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Bali, Indonesia with Desmond and Susan.  I was very excited before, during and after the trip!  Hahaha it was really fun.  *&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NOW* I know why people go to Bali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  It's a really beautiful place.  Although quite touristy, it is still relaxing and nice in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beaches, seafood, temple visiting, dance watching&lt;/em&gt;... it was great man!!!  &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Wish I could go back again.  &lt;/span&gt;Next trip coming up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Change the way I am (reflection)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Reuben's death &lt;em&gt;(oops, I mean the 5 dragonboaters),&lt;/em&gt; I realised the &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;need to be closer to your family.&lt;/span&gt;  It's like an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;awakening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for me.  And I really reflected much on my life and what I have been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if I have become more selfish and self-centred along the way, which is kinda scary cos it's so not me.  I know that we can't be perfect, but we can do whatever we can to be a better person.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And I want to be better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only been a month.  The pain still urks many.  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I hope that all their loved ones will be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hopefully they are having a good time in Heaven.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Give when you can&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very blessed to have a nice family and great friends who treat me so well, so I think... &lt;em&gt;I'm giving a bit more than I would usually do during Christmas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treated my friends to&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; pizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; during Desmond's Christmas party at Pacific Mansion and I queued up on Christmas Eve for&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; doughnuts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for my family.  Not that long, but longer than my 5 mins record.  Hahha.  I feel happy to be doing this.  Hahaha I'm always getting treats and presents and stuff... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;it's high time I did something for those I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  Hopefully they like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ai yo.  &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;How come I have &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; many thoughts ah?&lt;/span&gt;  Hahaha &lt;em&gt;drama sia....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that next year would be a good year.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;2008,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a new cycle &lt;em&gt;(for us Chinese)&lt;/em&gt; and hopefully things will go well for me and my family.  I should be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway to everyone, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; AND&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-1320406261310653655?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/1320406261310653655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=1320406261310653655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/1320406261310653655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/1320406261310653655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html' title='Merry Christmas Everyone!!!'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-9107361889196063849</id><published>2007-12-17T00:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T02:01:08.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"And the 1st Asian Idol is... HADY MIRZA!!!"</title><content type='html'>Oh my God! Congrats to our fellow Singaporean &lt;em&gt;(and of course, Singapore Idol)&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Hady Mirza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, for being the winner of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ASIAN IDOL 2007!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.theasianidol.tv/pictures/gallery/Singapore%20Idol/hady-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theasianidol.tv/pictures/gallery/Singapore%20Idol/hady-1.jpg" rel="lightbox"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theasianidol.tv/pictures/gallery/Singapore%20Idol/hady-1.jpg" rel="lightbox"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow I could have &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;never imagine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; such a thing to happen, honestly speaking. I mean... I watch the performance show the night before... and I really thought he didn't have much of a chance. But I'm happy for him, really. And I'm happy cos it seems like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Singaporeans are doing their every part to make us&lt;em&gt; proud &lt;/em&gt;of ourselves!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Recent SEA Games was kinda outstanding in a lot of ways too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And many other stuff too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I really think about everyone's performance that night? Well... here you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jaclyn (Malaysia):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I think she has a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;very powerful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; voice and she's amazing. She's got the gift.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;But &lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt; she doesn't sound like she's enjoying herself much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It does sound a little robotic in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Phuong Vy (Vietnam):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Erh... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;she's really pretty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I must admit. I think a lot of guys like her. I mean, come on lah, she's seriously &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! But her voice? Hmm she has potential, but the songs she chose like... okay that Vietnamese song sounds like those &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cantopop song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that you hear in KBox. And "River Deep Mountain High" was&lt;em&gt; so so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mau (Philippines):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I don't know if she's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;pressurised &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;or something &lt;em&gt;(cos she comes from a country with many well known singers like Lea Salonga and Regine Velasquez)&lt;/em&gt;, but&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; she sounded controlled&lt;/span&gt;. She can &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;show her power and her diva-ness, strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... whatever! But she was just hiding it. &lt;em&gt;What a waste.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She could have thrown us off our seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Abhijeet (India):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He was trying &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;very hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"Everything I Do",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but it still wasn't enough. I think he's not fluent with the language or something. What a pity. The Hindi song was okay lah. He could have chosen &lt;em&gt;other Hindi songs&lt;/em&gt; that were&lt;strong&gt; nicer&lt;/strong&gt; actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Mike (Indonesia):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He sounded fine. I thought that he would be the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330099;"&gt;dark horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of the competition, cos his voice is quite soothing, although it does sound a little typical in a way. But it's good and strong. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;And he looks like Indo's version of Ruben Studdard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hady (Singapore):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I think the judges &lt;em&gt;(or whoever)&lt;/em&gt; made the right choice to send Hady over. I can't imagine Taufik over there. I like Taufik a lot, but maybe... I don't know. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hady seems right for this competition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Anyway I really really felt that Hady chose the wrong song. Wah lau, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Beautiful Day"!??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Jac sang "Gemilang", &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;why don't you just sing "You Gave Me Wings"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It would have blown the people off. But anyway, the Malay song was good. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I think he sang better than Taufik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;In my honest opinion, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I thought Jaclyn would win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I think it was good that we got to vote for 2 countries, so I also voted for Hady. Didn't expect the results to be like this. But, I mean seriously, it's good. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I'm happy about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'm not sure about the fans of the other Idols, but seriously, for us Singaporeans, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;this is a big thing!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, there are many great singers &lt;em&gt;(and talents)&lt;/em&gt; here in Singapore. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stefanie Sun, Tanya Chua, Taufik Batisah, Pimp Parking Lot&lt;em&gt; (is that their names?),&lt;/em&gt; A Vacant Affair, Electrico and many more! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Problem is, we Singaporeans &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;support them as much as &lt;strong&gt;Rihanna &lt;em&gt;(yucks), &lt;/em&gt;Chemical Romance and whoever that's popular now&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sad, but true&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;But today speaks of a &lt;em&gt;different story&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Of a new phase for Singapore's entertainment industry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Hady wins an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;international recording contract&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(wow)&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;trip around the world to see the other Idol shows.&lt;/span&gt; WOW. Seriously, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONGRATS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;HADY, WE ARE &lt;strong&gt;PROUD &lt;/strong&gt;OF YOU :D&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/20873096-9107361889196063849?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/9107361889196063849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=9107361889196063849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/9107361889196063849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/9107361889196063849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-1st-asian-idol-is-hady-mirza.html' title='&quot;And the 1st Asian Idol is... HADY MIRZA!!!&quot;'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-897804722020707362</id><published>2007-12-16T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T01:15:30.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ella, ella, ella, ei, ei, ei... Rihanna vs Mandy</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Ella, ella, ella, ei, ei, ei"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like it or hate it,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; every single radio station&lt;/span&gt; is playing that damn song. Okay, I really like the song. But &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Rihanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... erh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway moving on to what I want to say... a few of my friends have told me that the cute and lovely Mandy more did a version of this song. Whoa... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mandy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Umbrella?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; First thoughts was like... &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Whoa... it's like asking Britney to sing 'Hero' by Mariah"!&lt;/span&gt; Okay I'm exaggerating... but.. hmm it would be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally managed to watch &lt;em&gt;(and hear)&lt;/em&gt; both versions side by side. Here are my views:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Rihanna's Version (Original)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wr0uQrpkwZ4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wr0uQrpkwZ4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I hated this song initially. I'm not a fan of Rihanna at all. The only song that I like is her very first single, which is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Pon De Replay".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Even "Unfaithful" is so-so. After some time... I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;started to like this song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the video... is horrendous. It's like plain.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;slutty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  Sorry to all Rihanna fans, but I think the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;video kinda spoilt the song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  I mean... what's with the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;'oh look, I'm so pretty and sexy'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; poses and silly outfit... and that &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;water thingie?!?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Oh my God!  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Ridiculous MTV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mandy's version (Cover)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BMB6YOWzQMY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BMB6YOWzQMY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really comment much about the MTV, cos it's just Mandy standing with her band singing Rihanna's "Umbrella", alas &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;AOL Music session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  But there's something about the way Mandy sings it and, you know... make it sound &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beautiful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  There's something &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;pure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; about her voice and her image that makes this song&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; tamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; than the original version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a little hard to digest a slower version of it, but &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm starting to like it and appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;  Like one of my friends told me, this version brings out the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;real meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of the lyrics.  But maybe it &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;wasn't necessary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to show Rihanna's dumb vid at the background, seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VERDICT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I like both versions of the song&lt;/span&gt;, but if you want me to judge it based on overall appeal, I would have to &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;give kudos to &lt;strong&gt;Mandy&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  She makes the song sound nice and she doesn't do any funny video that screams "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SEX".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  Just &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;plain, simple and normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Rihanna, but your video... it's like I really have to&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; erase&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the whole video off my mind whenever I hear the song, or else I will hate the song!!!  I mean, so what if you spend &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4 hours&lt;/span&gt; getting that &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;silver paint&lt;/span&gt; on your body and maybe hours getting the &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;[slutty]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;dance moves right, it's still&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;terrible&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Babe, you are better off &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;just shutting up and driving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-897804722020707362?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/897804722020707362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=897804722020707362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/897804722020707362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/897804722020707362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2007/12/ella-ella-ella-ei-ei-ei-rihanna-vs.html' title='Ella, ella, ella, ei, ei, ei... Rihanna vs Mandy'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-10431869007503119</id><published>2007-12-12T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T00:45:55.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Good Morning, X X Travel"</title><content type='html'>After &lt;strong&gt;3 gruelling months&lt;/strong&gt; of endurance, pain, pressure&lt;em&gt; (maybe pleasure) &lt;/em&gt;and work, I am finally &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;confirmed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in my travel agency :) &lt;em&gt;no longer floating around like a wandering soul.&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;one heck of a rollercoaster ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for me. I mean, I'm only 22 and while most guys are mugging their lives at every McDonald's possible, I'm squeezing my time with proposals, quotations and a hell lot of work. Yes, I made the decision to &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;start working 1st&lt;/span&gt; after much thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know it's a &lt;strong&gt;big and crazy move&lt;/strong&gt;, but &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I mean, I've totally average grades, I can't get into the course that I want to and&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; I don't wanna waste my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(and life)&lt;/em&gt; away, so why not work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for interviews way before I ORD and confirmed a job a month before my ORD. Rather early, I would say, but better than starting to look for one after that, which might take &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;to get. I don't want to miss any opportunity, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after searching, interviews and a few offers... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;I made the decision to go to a travel agency. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It has been something that I wanted to do ever since I studied tourism in TP, so I thought it's high time I put my skills to the test! Here's what happened during the few months!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;September &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came in a few days after my official ORD&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. I was rather &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;scared&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Always have this funny 'butterflies-in-my-stomach' feeling whenever I enter a new environment. It's a weird kinda thing. I came very early, so I actually went to the cafe nearby to get a drink and&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; calm my nerves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; before I went up the lift to my new office. I was scared at first, because I've been to the office a few times and it's kinda scary cos &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;everyone seems to be looking towards the glass door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (entrance)... which is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;fu-reee-ky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took me some guts to actually enter the office and was greeted by Carmen, who stood up and led me to my desk. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OH MY GOD MY OWN DESK.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;WOW&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Hahaha &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*bimbo moment*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It's *SO* cool to have your &lt;em&gt;OWN&lt;/em&gt; desk&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;. I wasn't expecting it, really!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;intense training &lt;/span&gt;with by my director, Theng Hwee, his wife, Siew Yim and all my colleagues, like Tahir, Steve, Kok Yong, Clare... it was quite a bit of a headache, I mean to absorb all of these information. But I know I would have to live on it... so had to press on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the month, I had &lt;strong&gt;Abacus course&lt;/strong&gt;, which is some system that I have to use for ticketing.  Was rather scared at 1st, cos I can't remember much about ticketing &lt;em&gt;(which I've learnt in school, although it was another system).&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt; Thankfully all was well.&lt;/span&gt;  Final test was not that bad... but I don't know if I can pass well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;October&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yay!  Had &lt;em&gt;my birthday&lt;/em&gt;... in the office.  Hahaha it's not that strange, but I didn't know it was obviously that it was my birthday.  I mean, I brought a cake to the office.  Is that obvious?  Hmmm&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; I must be really bimbotic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway more work... quite overloaded in a way.  My director was monitoring my every move and it's quite scary in a way.  I mean it's okay, not that bad, but maybe I wasn't used to this lifestyle yet.  &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Had to get used to staying freaking late in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abacus tests came out.  I pass, but I was&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt; *so*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; close to distinction.  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ARGH!  Crap.&lt;/span&gt;  I &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;WANT &lt;/span&gt;that distinction.  Ai yah. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Crap&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Nvm, at least I pass and I was close to it.  But still!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of the month, I&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; got to meet my GM, Jess.  I first met her at some party (during Hari Raya) and only got to talk business to here later on.  It was fine.  &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I think she's a nice lady :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Wah this month as busy as the previous month.  Somehow, I just can't get out of the office as early as I want.  I feel like there's so many things to learn.  But at the same time&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;, I'm making so many mistakes&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I feel like crap&lt;/span&gt;.  One of them actually cost... okay let's just that things got really bad and it was internal stuff. &lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm worried about all these&lt;em&gt; office politics shit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  Doesn't sink in well for me.  I mean... I'm just &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so freaking stupid&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month was also busy because there were&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; a lot of meetings and training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, which means I would eventually have to stay late.  Not that it's bad, but... it seems like... I'm the only one staying back.  I must be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;out of my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the start of the month, we had this company event and it was quite fun... running around Singapore and stuff.  Like Amazing Race.  Just that my team, consisting of my accounts/HR, my director and my GM.  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the big people.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We won in the end.  &lt;/span&gt;Yay and had good dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of the month, my boss (GM) gave me evaluation.  I don't think I should say it here, cos it's rather sensitive, but it's &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;positive.&lt;/span&gt;  Only thing is... I might have to change my job scope a little.  To make it simpler for you guys, I'm taking &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;a step backward&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;doing a little more background stuff.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;Huh?  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Lesser sales?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;Oh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a little hard to digest, but it was for the better for me and I agree to it.  I mean, if it's better for the company and for myself, okay.  I don't mind taking it slow and learning. At least.. you know.. she's giving me a chance.  And anyway that day I was told that I'm a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;confirmed staff&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Plus increase in pay&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;YAY!  Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;What the future holds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have a lot to learn, honestly.  I think I might be a little too young&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; (mentally)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to be working.  But, sooner or later, I would have to start, so I might as well get used to it.  I mean, it's not that bad.  I'm doing something that I like.  I love my company, my work... well, maybe not the bitchy clients.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But it's a challenge that I wanna face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I mean... I know it's gonna be tough and difficult for me, really.  I mean, honestly, sometimes I go home &lt;em&gt;feeling terrible and down&lt;/em&gt;.  But I know that I must hang on and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;be strong&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mustn't give up!!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Gambatte!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-10431869007503119?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/10431869007503119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=10431869007503119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/10431869007503119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/10431869007503119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2007/12/good-morning-x-x-travel.html' title='&quot;Good Morning, X X Travel&quot;'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-4832819502083091102</id><published>2007-12-11T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T23:08:57.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me strength when I am weary...</title><content type='html'>This song portrays my feelings right now... if only God can &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;save me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; from all of these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"THE ANSWER"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sung by Corrinne May&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I believe you are the answer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;to every tear I've cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I believe that you are with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;My rising and my light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me strength when I am weary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me hope when I can't see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through the crosses I must carry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, bind my heart to thee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That when all my days are over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and all my chores are done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I may see your risen Glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Forever where you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope He will answer my prayers...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-4832819502083091102?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/4832819502083091102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=4832819502083091102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/4832819502083091102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/4832819502083091102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2007/12/give-me-strength-when-i-am-weary.html' title='Give me strength when I am weary...'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-6625361238875003427</id><published>2007-12-09T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T23:38:28.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Kid in me...</title><content type='html'>When you were young, you always thought, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'If only I can grow up and be big!'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  Argh... such innocence.  &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;How&lt;em&gt; wrong&lt;/em&gt; we were to think of that.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being in an adult world &lt;em&gt;isn't&lt;/em&gt; so fun&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  We human have &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;complex&lt;/strong&gt; minds.  One man's meat is another man's poison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know... somehow &lt;strong&gt;I wonder if I'm &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; ready for this adult world&lt;/strong&gt;.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I'm freaking 22 and I feel like 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  Hahaha.  So weird man.  I mean, the other day I was just walking around Bugis the other day and I was so amazed by all the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;cute toys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that some of these shops were selling.  Sometimes, I can talk to my friend about &lt;em&gt;serious stuff&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and then Mickey Mouse comes to the rescue and distract me from it all&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  I was looking for a gift for my friend and I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ended up playing with the bears at Precious Thots&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was just telling my other friends how badly I wanna go to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Disneyland &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;after watching &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Enchanted".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  The movie was really nice... fairytale dreams in a modern world.  If only it was so true.  If you've ever been to Disneyland... &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you would&lt;strong&gt; never&lt;/strong&gt; be sad.&lt;/span&gt;  It's such a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; place.  I feel so good going there.  It's like all the cash you spend on the bloody ticket is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;worth it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; all.  Just seeing happy kids being entertained by cast members and Mickey Mouse posing outside Fantasy Land is amazing.  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Truly amazing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know people who&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; manipulate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; their way to get what they want.  I know people who are out there to cheat me &lt;em&gt;(and other people).&lt;/em&gt;  And I know people who would &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;play with my feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  And sometimes, I am either &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oblivious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to this or maybe &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;too naive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to even realise that people can be so evil.  Why do people want to make their lives&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; *so*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; difficult? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; Is it hard to just live in &lt;em&gt;peace and harmony &lt;/em&gt;sometimes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;this world is complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  And I know it would be impossible to change it.  Some of you might even think that I'm &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;deluding myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; into disbelief and that I &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;need to wake up my idea&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(oh my God, so army!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  But... sometimes, I really think that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;we all need a break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and just think about how life needn't be so harsh, so tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I see kids playing around and all their innocent smiles and little cute actions that they make.  The things that they do, the way they innocently say &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;something silly but &lt;strong&gt;cute&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... oh gosh!  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Life may be so much better if we were like them.  &lt;/span&gt;Free from &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;worries,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; free from &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anxiety&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, free from&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai yah...&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;if only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;life was &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;simple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;  Better get to sleep... I've got &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;"&gt;adult things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to settle tomorrow.  :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-6625361238875003427?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/6625361238875003427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=6625361238875003427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/6625361238875003427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/6625361238875003427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2007/12/little-kid-in-me.html' title='The Little Kid in me...'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-2786420518983141205</id><published>2007-12-08T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:08:54.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makes Me Wanna T R A V E L ! ! !</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;T3&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;em&gt; cheaper flights&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;A380&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;USA visa probs&lt;/em&gt;... argh! &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Makes me wanna travel &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha I would &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;most probably be travelling within the next few months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(for work).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And might &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;plan for a holiday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(but not so soon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it, I decided to go to ICA to get my passport photo done for my new passport. My passport will only expire in April next year, but you can't travel unless you have 6 months validity. Might as well apply for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;new&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; [biometric]&lt;/span&gt; passport!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I can do the photo on the net, but the requirements for the photo is so mah fan, so I thought it would be better if I just went down and get it done. The queue was okay, not too long. Managed to get it done within 10-15 mins. What puzzled me was this... they charge &lt;strong&gt;S$5.35.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Five dollars thirty five cents?!?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Man, I rather pay 65 cents more to round it up, than get 65 cents worth of change. It's rather weird... I mean, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;don't they find it troublesome themselves??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Funny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I took the pic, it was nice, but another strange thing.. my lovely &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;brown hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; became &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;black!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Huh?!??!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It should be brown, since it's bright light. Really &lt;em&gt;strange...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pasted the photo onto my application and placed it in the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;deposit box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. You save S$10 if you placed it in that box, or &lt;em&gt;post it&lt;/em&gt;, or do it via &lt;em&gt;Internet&lt;/em&gt;, so... I only need to fork out&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;S$70.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Cool! Can't wait to see my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;new passport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, cos my older passports... ai yo, all these passport photos... can be really &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;disastrous&lt;/span&gt; to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Arunan &lt;em&gt;(and Galen, who came later)&lt;/em&gt; at Tanah Merah to go to Changi Airport to check out the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;new&lt;/em&gt; Terminal 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(affectionally known as T3).&lt;/em&gt; Coolness. You should have seen me when I stepped into T3. Was acting really mad and like a little kid!!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;SO &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXCITING!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it truly is. I mean, you think about it... when do you get the chance to check out a world-class airport before its opening? You can roam the departure hall, arrival hall, immigration freely without having to&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; travel!!! Coolness... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;although we had to pay S$1 for entry fee&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; But nvm, it's still cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arunan gave us a guided tour, since he came the day before. I am glad that he told us about the airport, or else I would be roaming around aimlessly... &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;took a lot of pictures.&lt;/span&gt; Cool ones, nice ones, funny ones, crazy ones... you name it, we have it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The airport is quite &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nice and eco friendly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, compared to many airports around the world. The clear glass look and size of the terminal kinda reminded me of Bangkok's Suvarnabhumi Airport. But only &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It really looks &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;better.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sorry, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE Bangkok&lt;/span&gt;, but I &lt;strong&gt;prefer &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Don Muang Airport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a million times more than Suvarnabhumi. It was not completed when it was opened then &lt;em&gt;(when I arrived lah).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to T3. It's rather big and spacious. The airport's look is rather &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;refreshing&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;clean&lt;/span&gt; and it looks just &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sparkling new&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(duh, it's a new terminal)!&lt;/em&gt; The arrival area has nice cravings from Bali, with a 'green garden'. The boarding gate is kinda 'open', just like the ones in America, so&lt;em&gt; no boarding gate is restricted to only the passengers of a particular flight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I mention? Big brands like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;FIFA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Apple&lt;/span&gt; and many others will be part of the long shopping stretch in the transit area. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Whoa&lt;/span&gt;... can you believe it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shops in and out of the transit area is amazing! Hahahah I mean, at Basement 2, you have many shops and food outlets... it looks like another &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Plaza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Singapura or VivoCity&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shops&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; include &lt;em&gt;Harris, Candy Empire, Watson's, NTUC, Braun Buffel, Shanghai Tang, Madame Butterfly, Goldheart, Burberry, Hugo Boss, M1, The Body Shop...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Food outlets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; includes &lt;em&gt;Coffee Club, TCC, Crystal Jade (to be opened), Brewerkz, McDonald's, Lerk Thai, Hard Rock Cafe, Dian Xiao Er, Mrs Field's, Genki Sushi, Toast Box...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I think T3 is &lt;strong&gt;THE&lt;/strong&gt; place to be man!!!&lt;/span&gt; We should all go there!!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R1rZwrBzUWI/AAAAAAAAABM/VFuM3Nv-nKs/s1600-h/PC080516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141661354804072802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R1rZwrBzUWI/AAAAAAAAABM/VFuM3Nv-nKs/s200/PC080516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R1rZzrBzUXI/AAAAAAAAABU/m1yka8TUG-E/s1600-h/PC080551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141661406343680370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R1rZzrBzUXI/AAAAAAAAABU/m1yka8TUG-E/s200/PC080551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R1rde7BzUcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ts2GhX5t39Q/s1600-h/PC080562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141665447907905986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="164" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R1rde7BzUcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ts2GhX5t39Q/s200/PC080562.JPG" width="111" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R1rdg7BzUeI/AAAAAAAAACM/1CamWA-WKuw/s1600-h/PC080518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141665482267644386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R1rdg7BzUeI/AAAAAAAAACM/1CamWA-WKuw/s200/PC080518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R1rdgLBzUdI/AAAAAAAAACE/75acmoGFxBQ/s1600-h/PC080541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141665469382742482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R1rdgLBzUdI/AAAAAAAAACE/75acmoGFxBQ/s200/PC080541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R1rdd7BzUbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/w5sCb7Il2xQ/s1600-h/PC080502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141665430728036786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R1rdd7BzUbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/w5sCb7Il2xQ/s200/PC080502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R1rbnLBzUaI/AAAAAAAAABs/2UW7sB-hxgg/s1600-h/PC080562.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R1rbkrBzUYI/AAAAAAAAABc/Drdz0xCenvw/s1600-h/PC080518.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-2786420518983141205?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/2786420518983141205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=2786420518983141205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/2786420518983141205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/2786420518983141205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2007/12/makes-me-wanna-t-r-v-e-l.html' title='Makes Me Wanna T R A V E L ! ! !'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</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/_t4EzIPF76xE/R1rZwrBzUWI/AAAAAAAAABM/VFuM3Nv-nKs/s72-c/PC080516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-2046037626198157227</id><published>2007-12-03T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:08:54.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 mins for doughnuts!  WOW</title><content type='html'>You know, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I always wonder why people &lt;em&gt;queue up&lt;/em&gt; for doughnuts!??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It's &lt;em&gt;crazy,&lt;/em&gt; seriously. I mean, all that precious time wasted... you can do a lot of things with it. &lt;em&gt;I think you can even watch Titantic twice and &lt;strong&gt;still &lt;/strong&gt;not get to the front of the queue!!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then I started queuing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I only needed to wait &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;5 mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;WOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R1bLLPchZvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/NI9Y9PcDkTI/s1600-h/Photo0843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140519418675160818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="206" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R1bLLPchZvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/NI9Y9PcDkTI/s320/Photo0843.jpg" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier on, I went for a swim and then to&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; Sitex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (at Expo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with Jim. Sitex was okay and I was SO tempted to buy the Sennheiser earphones that I've been eyeing on for eons... and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then I didn't after walking to the stall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The packaging gave me a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;queasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; feeling&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; (note: f a k e).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much thought, we decided to go to Changi Airport and take a bus to town &lt;em&gt;(he was to catch a movie with his friends in Orchard),&lt;/em&gt; while I stop at Suntec and find my way home. Upon reaching Suntec, I saw &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Donut Factory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and surprisingly, the queue was short. &lt;strong&gt;Okay, &lt;em&gt;why not?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So I queued up and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;bought a box for my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to &lt;em&gt;walk home&lt;/em&gt; via the Marina Promenade and 'beach' area and I kinda realised that the Singapore Flyer had to be a &lt;strong&gt;bitch &lt;/strong&gt;and block quite a big part of that area. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Crap, I have to walk a longer route home :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R1bLLfchZwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/31fj0gjfVaE/s1600-h/Photo0846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140519422970128130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R1bLLfchZwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/31fj0gjfVaE/s320/Photo0846.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R1bLLfchZxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0gJIzfC8_3M/s1600-h/Photo0847.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R1bLLfchZxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0gJIzfC8_3M/s1600-h/Photo0847.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R1bLLfchZxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0gJIzfC8_3M/s1600-h/Photo0847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140519422970128146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R1bLLfchZxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0gJIzfC8_3M/s320/Photo0847.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(I wanna sit on this on my birthday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked home and went through memory lane. Times when Desmond, Arunan and I would &lt;em&gt;walk all the way home, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;singing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; talking crap&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;laughing&lt;/span&gt; after the movies and stuff&lt;/em&gt;. I also thought about the 5 guys&lt;em&gt; (again)&lt;/em&gt; when I saw some dragonboaters at the Kallang River. Even I tried dragonboat once last year during some army event. And I ran along that path before&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Such beautiful memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Now they are gonna change it into something big.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally reached home after a long time and had a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;relaxing time&lt;/span&gt; at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-2046037626198157227?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/2046037626198157227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=2046037626198157227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/2046037626198157227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/2046037626198157227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2007/12/5-mins-for-doughnuts-wow.html' title='5 mins for doughnuts!  WOW'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</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/_t4EzIPF76xE/R1bLLPchZvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/NI9Y9PcDkTI/s72-c/Photo0843.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-1591749729591983433</id><published>2007-12-02T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T23:16:35.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Misunderstood Ones.  Please spare our national dragonboat team survivors.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so you've got the whole media hogging your papers, TV, Internet and maybe even YouTube on the &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;dragonboat tragedy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(that's what it's called in the Straits Times).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  Apart for 5 brave guys losing their lives for our nation, we have... the survivors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel so terrible for them.  Adrienne told me once, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Can you imagine those guys that are alive? They would feel &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;very, very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; guilty for being alive..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's true.  I can never imagine myself in such a position. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I think you can make a Bollywood movie out of me if that were to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway on a&lt;strong&gt; serious note&lt;/strong&gt;...  So they &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;survived a near-death experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  They are happy to have survived, but terrible to be alive.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That kinda feeling really &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;sucks,&lt;/span&gt; man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  You know, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;you are alive but you lost 5 friends in just a matter of minutes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't help that the media make it sound like the team made the decision &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; to listen to the Cambodian authorities, chose not to wear life jackets etc.  Sometimes, I don't know if the media is blowing it up, but I have heard people thinking that the team members are to blame for this incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People, please spare them!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  They are already&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; fitching sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that they have to lose their friends and team members in a tragic accident that happened so fast and you guys are pressurising them, making them sound like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;culprits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  Seriously!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; I think they need a break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have to take my hats off to the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;team captain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  Not only does he have to be strong for his other team members,&lt;em&gt; he has to&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; talk to the parents of the then-missing team members&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;identify the bodies&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;speak to the media and to all the attendees of the memorial service at the joint funeral last Thurs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pressure, the intensity... it's really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for anyone.  I really hope that they will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to all our brave dragonboaters, please cheer up, ignore all those nonsense and stay happy.  &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Reuben,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Boon San&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Wei Cheng&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Jeremy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Stephen&lt;/span&gt; will be &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fine in Heaven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and they will not blame you,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so please don't blame yourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What's done... is done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  Nothing can be done to make them come alive.  All we can do is pray to them and move on.  I'm sure they want us to be happy.  So &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BE HAPPY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-1591749729591983433?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/1591749729591983433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=1591749729591983433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/1591749729591983433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/1591749729591983433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2007/12/misunderstood-ones-please-spare-our.html' title='The Misunderstood Ones.  Please spare our national dragonboat team survivors.'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-1785806567745311121</id><published>2007-12-02T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:08:54.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Existence of Sexual Abstinence</title><content type='html'>While having a haircut, I chanced upon an interesting article that might sound rather ancient and obsolete in a fast-moving society... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sexual abstinence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word that might be unheard of in our current generation and a word that some uphold to. The article was rather interesting, stating down different views on the subject and how some people &lt;strong&gt;can either wait for that moment and&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; be the sore thumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or&lt;strong&gt; follow the pack and expose yourself to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;unwanted sickness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although we are young and wild, we might want to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;reconsider our acts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It's not easy, but it's for the better. I mean it does sound fun to do it... judging from the way media makes it sound. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Youngsters get curious over it&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Yippies get fun from it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hookers live for it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Doesn't really help that &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"Promiscuous"&lt;/span&gt; is the ringing tone of the convent school girl sitting next to you in the bus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;don't get me wrong, I love the song).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think having AIDs and all those other STDs isn't that fun. Think about it, &lt;strong&gt;an &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of sensual and intense fun with that sexy chica for a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;lifetime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;of anxiety and pain?&lt;/strong&gt; The player wouldn't know what he's getting himself into.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, nvm that... I cannot imagine having to become a father without any preparation. It's very unfair to both your partner and the affected unborn child. She has to go through the pain of child-bearing. And what if the single mom have to try and take care of a child herself (if the guy is irresponsible and throws her aside)? Damn, it's terrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe we don't have to be a virgin&lt;/strong&gt;. It's hard to be one anyway. I'm sure we can just stop and be a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;new convert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;stay pure until marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Tough, but it's for the &lt;em&gt;better&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Why pour all your heart and soul onto someone, when you&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;don't &lt;/span&gt;even know&lt;/em&gt; if he or she is the one for you&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, marriage can go wrong, but I don't think we should give it up altogether. Things can work out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They mentioned &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Jade Seah declaring herself a &lt;em&gt;virgin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I suddenly thought of some article that I chanced upon previously and was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;laughing my way to the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; cos one guy commented,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"These artistes are always complaining about not getting privacy and then they go and grab attention with these kinda news"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;so true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, had a new haircut at The Cathay and it's rather cool. Thanks for the recommendation, James! Lovin' it :) then I realised that the colour that I had on my hair might not be so appropriate for a corporate company. &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ai ya, nvm lah&lt;/span&gt;! Hahaha :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R1K8jfchZuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Ek_UYiLqVww/s1600-R/PC010404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139377442705729250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R1K8jfchZuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qKQM7qulfqo/s320/PC010404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R1K4Q_chZtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uh6qOP0HX8s/s1600-R/PC010404.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went for dinner and drinks with Susan, James and James' friend, Evonn. We were having quite an emo session, cos James was quite emo about some person.&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt; Affairs of the heart&lt;/span&gt;. Tough man. I hope I wasn't being inappriopriate by making jokes at random times, but &lt;strong&gt;I hope he will be better.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-1785806567745311121?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/1785806567745311121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=1785806567745311121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/1785806567745311121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/1785806567745311121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2007/12/existence-of-sexual-abstinence.html' title='The Existence of Sexual Abstinence'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</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/_t4EzIPF76xE/R1K8jfchZuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qKQM7qulfqo/s72-c/PC010404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-5725314694297675115</id><published>2007-12-01T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T02:00:16.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ron welcomes you back to Blog Spot!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! &lt;strong&gt;Welcome back to my&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;original &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;blog page!!!&lt;/strong&gt;  Yes, after much thought, I have decided to&lt;em&gt; return back to my original home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MySpace blog is not the best for me, although it has its own benefits.  I think it would be best to put all of my blogs in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;one centralised spot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, so that there will not be any confusion.  Besides, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I love have a website to myself :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I can't possibly repost 20++ posts into my main blog,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but I will show the link for you to see, so that you know what has happened to me for the past..&lt;em&gt;. year?&lt;/em&gt;  Hahhaa... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;enjoy and laugh along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;FriendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogMonth=1&amp;amp;blogDay=20&amp;amp;blogYear=2007"&gt;Just a normal day... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dated 20 Jan 2007  Sat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;FriendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogMonth=1&amp;amp;blogDay=22&amp;amp;blogYear=2007"&gt;KL Drama: "Saya Hati Pecah" [1712.06-19.12.06] (Part 1) &lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dated 23 Jan 2007  Tue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;FriendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogMonth=1&amp;amp;blogDay=23&amp;amp;blogYear=2007"&gt;KL Drama: "Saya Hati Pecah" [1712.06-19.12.06] (Part 2) &lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dated 23 Jan 2007  Tue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;FriendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogMonth=1&amp;amp;blogDay=26&amp;amp;blogYear=2007"&gt;Sarang Hae Yo!!!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dated 26 Jan 2007  Fri)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;FriendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogMonth=1&amp;amp;blogDay=28&amp;amp;blogYear=2007"&gt;One Table, 4 People... Let's Play Mahjong!&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dated 28 Jan 2007  Sun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;FriendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogMonth=2&amp;amp;blogDay=8&amp;amp;blogYear=2007"&gt;Being Alone… it’s not that bad&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (dated 08 Feb 2007  Thu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;FriendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogMonth=2&amp;amp;blogDay=11&amp;amp;blogYear=2007"&gt;Why are my brothers so useless and sickening!??!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; (dated 12 Feb 2007  Mon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;FriendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogMonth=2&amp;amp;blogDay=12&amp;amp;blogYear=2007"&gt;The Blondest Moment (to date)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dated 13 Feb 2007  Tue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;FriendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogMonth=2&amp;amp;blogDay=16&amp;amp;blogYear=2007"&gt;My Most Diva-ish Moment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;(dated 17 Feb 2007  Fri)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;FriendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogMonth=2&amp;amp;blogDay=26&amp;amp;blogYear=2007"&gt;GONG XI FA CAI!!! Year of the Pig (Day 1-3) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (dated 26 Feb 2007  Mon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;FriendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogMonth=3&amp;amp;blogDay=1&amp;amp;blogYear=2007"&gt;What the hell...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(dated 01 Mar 2007  Thu)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;FriendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogMonth=3&amp;amp;blogDay=5&amp;amp;blogYear=2007"&gt;Amazing Thailand: Chan Ruk Khun (Part 1) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dated 05 Mar 2007  Mon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogID=237507268&amp;amp;Mytoken=BD9862A1-6BB8-40E8-A9D39B0206F32F1728261386"&gt;Amazing Thailand: Chan Ruk Khun (Part 2) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dated 06 Mar 2007  Tue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;FriendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogMonth=3&amp;amp;blogDay=7&amp;amp;blogYear=2007"&gt;Amazing Thailand: Chan Ruk Khun - Lessons Learnt&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dated 07 Mar 2007  Wed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;FriendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogMonth=3&amp;amp;blogDay=6&amp;amp;blogYear=2007"&gt;CNY Day 7: 'Ren Ri' (People's Birthday)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dated 06 Mar 2007  Tue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogID=238336657&amp;amp;Mytoken=BD9862A1-6BB8-40E8-A9D39B0206F32F1728261386"&gt;My Sinful Weekend...&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dated 07 Mar 2007  Wed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;FriendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogMonth=3&amp;amp;blogDay=15&amp;amp;blogYear=2007"&gt;My Horrible Weekend... sort of&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;(dated 15 Mar 2007  Thu)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;FriendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogMonth=3&amp;amp;blogDay=20&amp;amp;blogYear=2007"&gt;My Interesting Weekend &lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dated 20 Mar 2007  Tue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;FriendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogMonth=3&amp;amp;blogDay=22&amp;amp;blogYear=2007"&gt;I dreamt I was on "Survivor"(&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dated 22 Mar 2007  Thu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;FriendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogMonth=3&amp;amp;blogDay=27&amp;amp;blogYear=2007"&gt;Bali, here I come!!! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dated 27 Mar 2007  Tue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;FriendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogMonth=3&amp;amp;blogDay=28&amp;amp;blogYear=2007"&gt;Check out this video: Sanjaya Anthem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (dated 28 Mar 2007  Wed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogID=248893099&amp;amp;Mytoken=01044870-118B-44AC-BFB8434AA68C21F530650022"&gt;My Mad Weekend.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dated 04 Apr 2007  Wed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogID=248895911&amp;amp;Mytoken=01044870-118B-44AC-BFB8434AA68C21F530650022"&gt;My friend joined Miss Universe Singapore.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dated 04 Apr 2007  Wed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogID=253516814&amp;amp;Mytoken=01044870-118B-44AC-BFB8434AA68C21F530650022"&gt;Power of 3: The Hilary Swank Times&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dated 15 Apr 2007  Sun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogID=254424592&amp;amp;Mytoken=01044870-118B-44AC-BFB8434AA68C21F530650022"&gt;Power of 3: Viva La VivoCity&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dated 17 Apr 2007  Tue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogID=254826472&amp;amp;Mytoken=01044870-118B-44AC-BFB8434AA68C21F530650022"&gt;Rock goes Pop!!! Avril Lavigne's "Girlfriend"&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dated 18 Apr 2007  Wed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogID=254828610&amp;amp;Mytoken=01044870-118B-44AC-BFB8434AA68C21F530650022"&gt;Rock goes Pop! Maroon 5's "Makes Me Wonder"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;(dated 18 Apr 2007  Wed)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogID=255227310&amp;amp;Mytoken=01044870-118B-44AC-BFB8434AA68C21F530650022"&gt;El Momento de Lesbiana: Shakira &amp;amp; Beyonce - "Beautiful Liar" &lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dated 19 Apr 2007  Thu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogID=257123598&amp;amp;Mytoken=01044870-118B-44AC-BFB8434AA68C21F530650022"&gt;Freestyle Friday &lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dated 21 Apr 2007  Sat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogID=257523624&amp;amp;Mytoken=713A7A3F-9E49-4508-BE02F52C67A77FBC31565027"&gt;“Hmmm, your mutton taste very Indian!”&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;(dated 21 Apr 2007  Sat)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogID=258275366&amp;amp;Mytoken=713A7A3F-9E49-4508-BE02F52C67A77FBC31565027"&gt;I got rejected by SIA (Singapore Airlines). Hahaha &lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dated 22 Apr 2007  Sun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogID=259227959&amp;amp;Mytoken=713A7A3F-9E49-4508-BE02F52C67A77FBC31565027"&gt;Rejection by NTU (Nanyang Technological University), sick days + deep thoughts…&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dated 28 Apr 2007  Sat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogID=260475262&amp;amp;Mytoken=713A7A3F-9E49-4508-BE02F52C67A77FBC31565027"&gt;Don’t tell your cardiologist; King’s Brew Burger from Brewerkz is HUGE &lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dated 30 Apr 2007  Mon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogID=261179215&amp;amp;Mytoken=713A7A3F-9E49-4508-BE02F52C67A77FBC31565027"&gt;United 300: Sparta Madness.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dated 05 May 2007  Sat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogID=262741623&amp;amp;Mytoken=713A7A3F-9E49-4508-BE02F52C67A77FBC31565027"&gt;Searching for The Room Upstairs @ 42 Waterloo Street /3 Hours for Doughnuts?!?! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dated 06 May 2007  Sun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogID=263786832&amp;amp;Mytoken=713A7A3F-9E49-4508-BE02F52C67A77FBC31565027"&gt;Sad Days... What's Up Man?!?!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (dated 01 May 2007  Tue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogID=264489981&amp;amp;Mytoken=713A7A3F-9E49-4508-BE02F52C67A77FBC31565027"&gt;Goodbye Canon, Hello Olympus &lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dated 07 May 2007  Mon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogID=267406713&amp;amp;Mytoken=713A7A3F-9E49-4508-BE02F52C67A77FBC31565027"&gt;Wild Friday – Happy Birthday Siti! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dated 13 May 2007  Sat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogID=267815265&amp;amp;Mytoken=713A7A3F-9E49-4508-BE02F52C67A77FBC31565027"&gt;“What happens if my bus breaks down?”&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dated 13 May 2007  Sat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogID=268190351&amp;amp;Mytoken=AE731D0D-F289-4C75-AA8D0E08975E146732971834"&gt;My mom’s new ‘stone’ &lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dated 14 May 2007  Sun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogID=268772354&amp;amp;Mytoken=AE731D0D-F289-4C75-AA8D0E08975E146732971834"&gt;I miss home cooked food for 4 days in a row :(&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dated 17 May 2007  Thu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogID=268818455&amp;amp;Mytoken=AE731D0D-F289-4C75-AA8D0E08975E146732971834"&gt;It’s confirmed. Christina Aguilera’s coming to Singapore :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (dated 18 May 2007  Fri)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogID=274440561&amp;amp;Mytoken=AE731D0D-F289-4C75-AA8D0E08975E146732971834"&gt;The short board game session.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dated 19 May 2007  Sat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogID=276833277&amp;amp;Mytoken=AE731D0D-F289-4C75-AA8D0E08975E146732971834"&gt;Roller Blading’s Fun&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dated 21 May 2007  Mon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogID=282217507&amp;amp;Mytoken=AE731D0D-F289-4C75-AA8D0E08975E146732971834"&gt;Desmond is back from UK&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dated 27 May 2007  Sun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogID=283849151&amp;amp;Mytoken=AE731D0D-F289-4C75-AA8D0E08975E146732971834"&gt;Shrek Madness: Mini Movie Marathon&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dated 31 May 2007  Thu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogID=284201334&amp;amp;Mytoken=AE731D0D-F289-4C75-AA8D0E08975E146732971834"&gt;On Vesak Day 2007... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dated 31 May 2007  Thu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogID=309162655&amp;amp;Mytoken=AE731D0D-F289-4C75-AA8D0E08975E146732971834"&gt;I just need to bitch about this... (warning: extremely angry content)&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dated 12 Sep 2007  Wed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=150262421&amp;amp;blogID=262741623&amp;amp;Mytoken=713A7A3F-9E49-4508-BE02F52C67A77FBC31565027"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-5725314694297675115?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/5725314694297675115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=5725314694297675115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/5725314694297675115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/5725314694297675115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2007/12/ron-welcomes-you-back-to-blog-spot.html' title='Ron welcomes you back to Blog Spot!'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-4904818015105212647</id><published>2007-12-01T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T01:30:43.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I went for Reuben Kee's wake.</title><content type='html'>Dear All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, after much thought and hesitation and discussion, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I actually went for Reuben Kee’s wake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yes, I know, I had a lot of comments and concerns prior to my &lt;em&gt;risk-taking action.&lt;/em&gt; Here are some random comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;“You wanna go for this wake? Siao! I know you are sad, but don’t have to show empathy this way”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;“I think it is okay to go, but don’t you think it’s a little awkward?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“No! Don’t go!”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;“Erh....”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know, xiao as I can be, awkward as it may be, I just have a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;strange feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;just have to go for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; I don’t know why. It’s one of those moments where... your head says no, but your heart says yes. And my heart is pounding so heart. Oh for God’s sake, I’m having sleepless nights&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(then again, maybe cos I’m just sick with cough and other nonsense sickness)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an awfully terrible Wednesday at work, I made my way to the MRT station. I was feeling rather worried when I was in the train. I was thinking, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;‘What if the parents ask me to go back? What if I’m not welcomed at all?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I remembered I heard that people are welcome to come to Reuben’s wake. Never mind, I told myself. If they don’t welcome me, &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;at least I tried.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Don’t you think it’s&lt;em&gt; weird?&lt;/em&gt; Something just called me to his wake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; But, anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached Bishan MRT and I walked down to his block. It wasn’t too far actually, although the map seems quite detailed. While walking and trying to figure out the place, I saw strapping young fit men walking out of a lane and walking into the coach awaiting along the road. Okay, looks like the national dragonboat team. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;True enough, it was them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I turn into the lane and I saw the wake premises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered and I was immediately &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I have never seen&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so many people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; attending a single wake in my life! I think there were close to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hundreds of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(not including people that were going to come)!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thankfully a kind soul let me to the main area&lt;/span&gt;. I wanted to pay respects but there were so many people and they were starting the Christian service. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh heck, why don’t I just sit down and join them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down waiting for the service to start. I met 2 young ladies and they were&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; so sweet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Upon hearing how I got to know about Reuben&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt; (or rather, how I was actually more of a member of a public and not Reuben’s friend from some place),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; one of them said, “&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is so nice of you to be coming down for his wake”.&lt;/span&gt; Welcoming notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The service started with hymns and songs &lt;em&gt;(and yes I don’t know much but I just tried to sing along).&lt;/em&gt; The thing about me singing hymns and songs of this kind is that I am very restricted to a particular octave. And&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I can’t sing too low&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, cos it sounds strange on me. But if I sing the female range, it might either be too high or I get weird stares. Anyway I just sang. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Maybe God blessed me with a &lt;strong&gt;unique range&lt;/strong&gt; lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the singing, we sat down and hear dedications to him and stories from his immediate family, his father, his mother and his sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reuben’s mother step up 1st and spoke about him as her precious child. It was a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;little mushy and lovey-dovey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, but I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;really felt the love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from her and him and... I felt so touched upon hearing her speak. She spoke about him being a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;sweet boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, messaging her when she messages him&lt;em&gt; (he gain strength from his mother’s encouragement&lt;/em&gt;),&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; holding her hand at such a big age&lt;/span&gt;, being so sweet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tears just started falling from my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. From that moment, I saw a lot of people with teary faces and saddened looks. &lt;em&gt;I was not alone in this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reuben’s father then came out and spoke about the reality and tried to be strong and encouraged us to appreciate lives. He seems &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;rather positive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, but sad about the situation. He described the moments they heard about the news and how they reacted towards the moments. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;He didn’t blame anyone for Reuben’s misfortune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He believed that God had a plan for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reuben’s sister’s speech was the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;most relevant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to me, as she shared about sibling rivalry and love. It’s just so like my family in a way. Except that... &lt;em&gt;the love is not strong&lt;/em&gt;, like theirs. She &lt;strong&gt;spoke of Reuben turning from &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;her&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; small little scrawny brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to her &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;hunky muscular ‘big’ brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I think they were very close last time and she felt so much for his loss. &lt;strong&gt;She sang a few songs&lt;/strong&gt;, which was nice of her and &lt;em&gt;I enjoyed them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 guests came up. One from the organisation that did a musical with his composition for young kids. The other was Sunny Boys model, who did the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Calendar Guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and yes the previous winner Jason Lau came).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I queued up to pay respects to Reuben&lt;/span&gt;. It was really saddening. I looked around and I saw many people with solemn looking faces. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I even saw a young guy crying his heart out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I can’t help but feel so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;heartbroken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;I think the lost of a really talented, young and charming man is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for anyone, really.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, although Reuben and I have&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;crossed paths, I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;affected because a young talent is gone from the face of the Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. A stunning guy, whom could have any girl he wants. Oh, not to mention that he really has a big heart. He works with ITE students, friends and even little kids. It’s so sweet of him. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;If only I got to know someone so inspiring earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after paying respects to him&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;...I felt at ease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. At last, I got to be close to such an inspiring man. Of course it’s sad to be meeting him in this state, but at least... I feel happier. &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I seriously think that it’s something that God arranged.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay pause!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;God arranged you to meet Reuben like this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Are you &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;out of your mind?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I mean is... God might have arranged for me to attend the wake to inspire me, to make me more positive and happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Him, I feel so touched and I just feel that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to be like Reuben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Okay, I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;don’t necessarily need to go to Yamaha and started banging the piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;go to Kallang and paddle like there’s no tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(or even beg the modelling agency to give an exception to a guy of 1.65m frame),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but I want to have his qualities. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Strong, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;gentle&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; filial&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I want to be closer to my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Upon hearing their speeches, I felt so sad. I haven’t spoken to my maid regularly prior to her departure &lt;em&gt;(back to Udon Thani, Thailand).&lt;/em&gt; I haven’t spoken to my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ah-ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, who always ask me not to spend so much money on movies and other stuff. I haven’t spoken much to my &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cousins&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I haven’t spoken much to my &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aunties,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; whom brought me up to who I am. And to my immediate family, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;my brothers and my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I cried, just thinking about the &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;distance &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;that I have created between them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I also wanna show my&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to my friends too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I wanna show them that I care and that I feel a lot. I mean... I think what I want to do is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;change whatever I can to make my life better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;not to give up on myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Sometimes, it’s just so hard to live life. But we must not give up. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;We must move on and be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This is what I want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Strong in the mind, body and soul&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I will do whatever I can to make something out of myself! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;God, thank You for giving the opportunity to be inspired&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;And Reuben, take care and rest in peace, gentle giant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It’s a pity that I never got to know you, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but I’m sure we would have kick it off well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; (haha, I hope)!&lt;/em&gt; Anyway, &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;see you in Heaven!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That’s all for now, folks. Thank you for taking the time to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-4904818015105212647?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/4904818015105212647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=4904818015105212647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/4904818015105212647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/4904818015105212647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2007/12/yes-i-went-for-reuben-kees-wake.html' title='Yes, I went for Reuben Kee&apos;s wake.'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-2836505961509460181</id><published>2007-11-26T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:08:55.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell to the brave souls...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Oh my God yes&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; it’s me again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! How is everyone? I hope all of you are fine. The last time I blog was &lt;strong&gt;eons&lt;/strong&gt; ago! Hahaha so sorry for the late update. I’ve been terribly busy with work and stuff. Got a new job as a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;tour consultant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and it’s been &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Stressful but good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And I’m so busy, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;until I don’t have time for myself at times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha terrible right, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really really love to talk about my life, but I feel that this issue is more important than anything else in my life. I mean, the weird thing is that &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really don’t know any of these guys,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt; I really feel so much for them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up yesterday morning,&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; feel sick and sian,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; cos I’m like coughing and having a terrible cold.&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; What was gonna happen next didn’t make things any better.&lt;/span&gt; I was&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; rudely awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by the morning papers. I woke up and the headline was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“FIVE MISSING S’PORE ROWERS FEARED DEAD”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whoa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Okay... and I read and read... it sounded&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; terrible... and I saw a familiar name amongst this sentence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;‘The missing five are: Jeremy Goh, 24; Stephen Loh, 31,&lt;strong&gt; REUBEN KEE, 23;&lt;/strong&gt; Poh Boon San, 27 and Chee Wei Cheng, 20”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REUBEN KEE?!?!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Isn’t he that popular guy... that &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mr Singapore 2007&lt;/span&gt; or something... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(okay I sound biased, but his name struck my mind 1st)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I thought I must be dreaming. I immediately turned the page and saw that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;charming smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of his. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH MY GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You gotta be kidding me. And I saw the faces of 4 other rather dashing men. My imaginary jaw just fell onto the floor.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; My heart skipped a beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them are barely even 30 &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(except for one... but still)!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And... what??!?!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Missing!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Tonle Sap River, Cambodia???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I felt a &lt;em&gt;twitch&lt;/em&gt;. My God.  As I was home &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(cos of my sickness)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the whole day, I kept checking the news... &lt;em&gt;praying and hoping that they will be &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Their bodies were found.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; But they didn’t make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. It’s a real pity. &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How could this be &lt;em&gt;possible???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138678018819136194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="212" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R1BAbqbSmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7qX8cCEpT0o/s320/ln-pixdrown1.jpg" width="338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked myself, &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;“Why did they leave the world so fast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; What did they do to deserve this?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why is God &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;unfair???”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I wish God could answer my questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forget about the life jackets&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I bet you, &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;thousands of dragonboaters are doing the same thing&lt;/span&gt; and they are just &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;suay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (unlucky)&lt;/em&gt; to have met such a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;terrible fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Forget about the choppy river.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I’m sure &lt;em&gt;they managed to row without a problem&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t get it. &lt;strong&gt;Why do all these bad things happen to nice people? &lt;/strong&gt;A filial son, a student motivator, a multi-talented guy, a nice chap and a young boy who barely reach adulthood. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why did God have to do this?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself... I think and think... and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;even cried over it&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, then I realised that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;God must have a reason for this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It may not be sensible, but He has a plan. Now don’t get me wrong.&lt;em&gt; I’m not getting all religious and stuff&lt;/em&gt;, but I believe that &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;He does things like that for a reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;tragic one, seriously. But, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you must be wondering... I don’t know them. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Why are I getting so emo over it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Well... I actually asked myself that. But I think it’s maybe because most of them are &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;close to my age range&lt;/span&gt; and it’s just sad to know that they... are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; young&lt;/strong&gt;. And they don't deserve this crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that is closest to my age&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and is someone I actually recognise)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Reuben Kee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138678422546062034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4EzIPF76xE/R1BAzKbSmtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OltPN4trktE/s320/n661866006_576851_7219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like many others, I couldn’t believe that he was one of the missing few. I first saw his picture on the newspaper &lt;em&gt;(ironically, Sunday Times too)&lt;/em&gt; about an interview on keeping fit. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wow, this guy must be&lt;em&gt; really &lt;/em&gt;cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I also found out that he&lt;em&gt; composes music&lt;/em&gt;, is &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;very sporty&lt;/span&gt; and is a &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Mr Singapore 2007&lt;/span&gt;. Wow... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;his parents must be&lt;em&gt; very&lt;/em&gt; proud of him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Moreover, he seems to be the kind that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;every guy would want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;every girl would want to have&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; But God took him earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is weird... to be blogging and emo over someone &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I don’t even know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I mean, it has come to a point where I think it’s seems rather gay to be all so emo. I know, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as gay as it sounds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I mean, at &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;23 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;he has achieved a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I mean all these &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;music,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;contests&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;fitness...&lt;/span&gt; I really feel that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;he’s lucky in every way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d have never expected something &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so terrifying and tragic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to shaken the lives of him and those around him. It seem so sudden and unexpected, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;somewhat even wrong&lt;/span&gt;. Imagine the parents' hearts, the saddened friends and family and the confused public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all of these has actually taught me a few things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. Never give up on yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Never make regrets for yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Live life to the fullest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Never take your loved ones for granted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Be happy, always.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that even though I don’t know him at all, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;he has inspired me to do &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; than I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Sometimes, I feel like life is really terrible and sickening&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (and yes I do feel depressed at times),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I shouldn’t give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Cos, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;life is short&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; really.&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think it’s best to just do the best in whatever you can and achieve something to be proud of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a lot to do now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I think I have the motivation to soar to greater heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Reuben&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; my only regret is&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; not getting to know a wonderful guy like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And I am sure that your family members and friends were proud of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Please keep them safe in your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And thanks for the inspiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;to all the other dragonboaters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; also wish that you will rest in peace and may God bless you and your family and friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Please be safe up in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everyone else&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;please don’t give up on yourself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Always believe in yourself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This is &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Ron&lt;/span&gt;, signing off. &lt;strong&gt;Hasta la vista, amigos!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-2836505961509460181?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/2836505961509460181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=2836505961509460181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/2836505961509460181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/2836505961509460181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2007/11/farewell-to-brave-souls.html' title='Farewell to the brave souls...'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</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/_t4EzIPF76xE/R1BAbqbSmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7qX8cCEpT0o/s72-c/ln-pixdrown1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-114225650164545022</id><published>2006-03-13T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T19:51:26.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plastic Alert!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!  As you know it's been a long time since I mentioned the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;plastics.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The horrible bunch that &lt;em&gt;hurted my ego,&lt;/em&gt;  burnt the friendship that was a&lt;em&gt; 'facade'&lt;/em&gt; and kinda ruined a lot of things.  They are a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; horrible bunch of people.&lt;/span&gt;  Terrible.  And yet I have to face them and fake everything, just to get by the day.  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARGH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Here are the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; incidents that happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I saw&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Kenny&lt;/span&gt; a few times and managed to avoid him, but we happen to get on the same bus one day.  I tried to avoid him when &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;he kinda tapped on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, but he&lt;em&gt; kinda gotten my attention&lt;/em&gt; in the end, so I had no choice but to just talk to him normally.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;That few stops seemed like forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; loh.  It was one of my first few weeks in OETI.  Or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I saw &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Timothy&lt;/span&gt; on the Urban section of the newspaper!!!  And guess where was he featured on?  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;*GOOD LOOKING SECTION*!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  Oh God!  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;What are they thinking???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  I'll scan the stupid outfit of his for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I saw &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Greg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(the head of the plastics)&lt;/em&gt; with Kenny one day when they walked across the road after camp.  I was with my camp mates, buying ice cream and stuff.  He looked at me and I kinda look at him, happy that&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; I'm on the right side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Life is so much better without their nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-114225650164545022?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/114225650164545022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=114225650164545022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/114225650164545022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/114225650164545022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2006/03/plastic-alert.html' title='Plastic Alert!!!'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-114225625492272894</id><published>2006-03-04T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T21:05:26.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Career Fair</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone! Today I went for the career fair at Suntec! But before that, I did what I have been wanting to do for ages: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Watch "Singin' In The Rain"!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I bought the DVD like some time ago cos I really like the movie and I wanted to watch it again after I borrowed it from the library the other time. But, I've been so busy... and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;not many people would appreciate such movies&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Most people think it's just a few mad people singing in the rain with yellow raincoats.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Damn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I enjoyed myself by watching it&lt;em&gt; (and yes, it's a damn good movie)&lt;/em&gt; and I got back &lt;strong&gt;all the emotions&lt;/strong&gt; that I had when I first watch it a year or so ago. Acting then was so good. &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And the songs&lt;/span&gt;! Oh God, it's &lt;em&gt;so musical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching, I prepared to move out of my house and head straight to the fair. I was a bit disappointed cos my good friend Siti can't make it. But she's going to the fair with the mother. &lt;strong&gt;Understandable&lt;/strong&gt;. Anyway &lt;em&gt;I still have Vanitha!!!&lt;/em&gt; We actually called each other and were discussing about what to wear. I went from &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;semi-formal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; (which I didn't know how)&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;funky!&lt;/span&gt; Hahhaah I just add a sweater vest kinda thing to my long sleeve shirt, trade the pants for jeans and voila! &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My funky look!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Unfortunately no pic)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to Suntec and I was a little bit late, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;but that woman was late&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; So I waited. And waited. And waited. Finally she came &lt;strong&gt;(after about 13 3-min songs and 1 Ice Lemon Tea from McDonald's)&lt;/strong&gt;! Ai yo... her friend kinda fitchy with her and stuff. That's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we went in and we kinda saw the same old things. I end up looking at hot people. I don't know why. Wherever I go, I just notice them! Hahahah besides that, we just went looking around, searching for my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Power 98FM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; (cos I wanna look for job opportunities).&lt;/em&gt; Then I met &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Stewart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(my junior from TP)&lt;/em&gt; at some tourism booth. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Adrienne popped by for a moment&lt;/span&gt; before leaving shortly :( she lost some cash! So sad! Got robbed! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;But she's gotta new phone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Quite nice! Motorola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After browsing through various &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'normal'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; universities from China and &lt;strong&gt;local propaganda&lt;/strong&gt; from the Police and stuff, we went off to Marina Square. We had dinner at Carl's Junior. Then I fitch about all my problems to Vanitha and vice versa. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's really nice to have her around.&lt;/span&gt; It's so hard to find good true friends nowadays, so &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm glad that she listened&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we watched&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Final Destination 3"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; after that and boy, was it freaky! It wasn't totally scary, but I was shocked and I did get a bit scared. Vanitha thought that I was&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; totally 'drama' to the max! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we made our way back home. I took 133 back home... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thinking about how wonderful my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was despite the last minute changes in a lot of things :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-114225625492272894?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/114225625492272894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=114225625492272894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/114225625492272894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/114225625492272894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2006/03/career-fair.html' title='The Career Fair'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-114105441335795155</id><published>2006-02-27T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T23:35:03.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kopi Bring all the uncle here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/1600/Missy%20Elliot%20Wannabe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/320/Missy%20Elliot%20Wannabe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey everyone! Just wanna blog on some crazy happenings lately. Yeah, went out with Christina and Phyllis a few days back (Saturday, to be exact) and &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;this is the result of it.&lt;/span&gt; Hahahha me posing like Missy Elliot. &lt;strong&gt;So nonsense can?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Phyllis and I came up with a Singaporean version of &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Milkshake"&lt;/span&gt; called "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kopi":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;KOPI &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(to the tune of "Milkshake" by Kelis)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;My &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;kopi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;bring all the uncle here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;and damn right, it's better than yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;damn right, it's better than yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; until&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;jin hou lim ah&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;My &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;kopi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;bring all the uncle here&lt;br /&gt;and damn right, it's better than yours&lt;br /&gt;damn right, it's better than yours&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;pao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; until &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jin hou lim ah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;La la la la la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Jin hou lim ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;la la la la la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;si bei shiok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAHHAHA xiao right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The rest of Saturday was spent with Jeremy at his house, then out with Susan and James.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-114105441335795155?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/114105441335795155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=114105441335795155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/114105441335795155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/114105441335795155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-kopi-bring-all-uncle-here.html' title='My Kopi Bring all the uncle here!'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-114022957642505501</id><published>2006-02-18T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T02:21:03.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;[WARNING: Lame and fun content ahead. The names of interviewer and interviewee used is 'created' for leisure purpose. Any similarities of any sort is coincidental and unintentional. We apologise for any inconvenience caused.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;RON TAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, alumni of &lt;em&gt;ACS (Barker)&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Temasek Polytechnic&lt;/em&gt;, has led a very risky and crazy life. LAME TIMES managed to interview the crazy boy and get the updates his life as an NSF, rumours and gossips on him and what the future holds for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LT:&lt;/strong&gt; Hello Ron! Welcome to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lame Times Online Interview &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ron:&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you for inviting me to your interview! It's a pleasure to be here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LT:&lt;/strong&gt; So now you're in the army. How has it been?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ron:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, it's been really tough, especially BMT phrase. It was like the worst time of my life. I think crying was like a norm in there for me. It wasn't easy because regimental life is SO not my kinda of life. To me, I'm wasting my time here. But I know there's no choice and I just gotta do it, so I guess I have to make the best out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my own fun here and there, talking to people, laughing, making jokes etc. There have been ups and downs, but yeah... that's life! My current unit is fine. Also it's a school and I'm only gonna be there for a while, I think it's a million times better than BMT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LT:&lt;/strong&gt; I heard that this unit that you are in is a stay out unit. What do you do during your free time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ron:&lt;/strong&gt; I make the best of whatever I have... or I think so. Hahahah! I just hang out with my friends, surf the Net, read, exercise a little etc. I recently open the doors of my house to many guests for CNY and it was a pretty cool occasion. I was happy that most of my friends came and that everyone had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, it's just been personal gatherings here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LT:&lt;/strong&gt; Apparently we heard from sources that you weren't too happy on the day that you held the CNY celebration. It was something to do with 2 guys or something? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ron:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh my God YEAH LOH! Hahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LT:&lt;/strong&gt; What happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ron:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh well, I invited a whole list of people to my celebration about 2 weeks before the celebration. It is a big thing for me because I seldom bring people to my house due to problems. My mother wasn't even sure about this before it's like there were so many people coming and it will be crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, I invited about 4 of my friends from BMT. 2 of them, let's call them GH and AX. I asked both of them. When I was online, AX told me that he can make it and that GH will be coming with me. Okay, fine, sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the day itself, they didn't call or message me at all. I called them and stuff, but no answer. Fine. I messaged them after the celebration, asking them why they couldn't make it. No reply. I saw both of them online at diff. times and I asked them why. Same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed not because they can't make it, but because they don't even have the proper courtesy to tell me why they couldn't make it. I'm not asking for some family sh*t drama problem answer, but just tell me something! It's really rude and downright ungracious of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things worse, GH actually asked me to buy something for the army e-mart because he has 'no access to his camp's one', so I bought for him. We were supposed to meet one day, so that I can pass him the thing. And we've agreed on a time and place. Just 10 mins before the actual time, he messaged me, telling me that he cannot make it for don't-know-what reason? ARgh! And you know what? He was in Dhoby Ghaut, I was in Orchard. How far is it, could you tell me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really irritating 'cos I was already there waiting at Orchard like before the meeting time, so you could've imagined my anger. Thank God I had something to do. Or else... argh I just can't stand them any more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LT:&lt;/strong&gt; Have you learned anything from there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ron:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;A lot of things&lt;/em&gt;. I think it's harder to make friends when you are older, so make more friends if you are very young!!! Hahahaa! Just be careful of who you are making friends with. And don't get upset over things like that.  It's hard, but that's reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I also learnt that there are a lot of funny people out there.  All sorts of people, when you enter the army.  It's truly an eye opener.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LT:&lt;/strong&gt; You also had a tiff with someone else recently in your unit. Care to share?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ron:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh my God! Can you imagine someone looking through your private SMS, calling you fat and rude in a week?  Damn!  It's like so irritating.  You can check my previous entry actually, cos it's a long story too.  In fact, this guy also kinda pissed off my buddy in camp!!!  He kept teasing him about a watch that my buddy lost and it was SO not funny.  God!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LT:&lt;/strong&gt; Let move off topic.  How has it been like to be without your good friends, Desmond and Arunan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ron:&lt;/strong&gt;  It's been really really tough.  I'm so close to them, especially after secondary school.  We go out like every week and stuff, so when they left for England, it was a really difficult transistion because a part of me was gone.  I couldn't believe that it was happening so fast!!  It's like, I thought I was gonna be a boring person after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;But things are getting better right now.  I'm coping fine here, even without their presence.  I'm making effort to meet as many of my friends as possible, doing my own thing etc.  It's been fun.  I do miss them a lot, but it's not all bad.  We are still good friends and will always be good friends :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LT:&lt;/strong&gt; One last question, what does the future holds for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ron:&lt;/strong&gt;  I don't know.  I do hope to go to a university after my NS, but I'm sure that it will be difficult, so I guess I'll use my diploma to get me some job first before thinking about education.  But it really depends.  Anything can happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I did apply for NTU and I'm thinking of either going to Hawaii or Oklahoma (both in USA) for my further studies.  I've also considered working in places you would never expect me to think of, including SIA and Disneyland.  Hahhaah!  Let's see how things go... you never know what will happen to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LT:&lt;/strong&gt;  Okay... thanks for your time.  We hope to see you again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ron:&lt;/strong&gt;  Thanks for this opportunity!  It's been a pleasure!!  Have a good day!!!  :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-114022957642505501?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/114022957642505501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=114022957642505501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/114022957642505501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/114022957642505501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2006/02/interview.html' title='The Interview'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-114022941420164714</id><published>2006-02-17T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T10:23:34.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Irritating Guy!!!!</title><content type='html'>Wah lau I'm like so irritated with this guy can???  Okay let's called him &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BB&lt;/span&gt;, cos he's a &lt;em&gt;bloody bitch&lt;/em&gt;.  Anyway here's my &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;3 'short' stories&lt;/span&gt; which brought me to this conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Story 1:  The Handphone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring a Nokia 2100 to camp.  Non camera, non colour, so it's boring.  I&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; added little translucent stars in the phone to decorate it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  BB and his buddy were so intrigued by the idea, they wanted to see the phone, so okay, I let them see the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;he looked through this message of mine!!! Wah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; lau!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  He kept asking obscene and disgusting questions and obviously I wasn't in the mood to answer them.  I mean &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;HELLO YOU JUST INTRUDED INTO MY PRIVACY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days later (after ignoring him and not talking to him), he asked me if I was angry.  &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obviously I am, dumb question&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  Then I told him that he shouldn't look into my messages.  Guess what was the reply?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I accidently see the message".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;What rubbish!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  Hello?  If you did it accidently, you would have left the area and apologised, right?  And anyway, even if you pressed the same time many times, you will get to the 'write message' in my phone, not 'inbox'.  &lt;strong&gt;Who's he trying to kid???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Story 2:  So Fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the locker room with the rest of the platoon.  Obviously people would talk about anything under the sun.  One of my platoon mates asked me about my weight.  I told him I'm 60kg.  Overhearing it, BB said, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Wah, so fat ah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bloody bitch!  Aren't muscles heavier than fats?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Story 3:  Do You Mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the trainee lounge during lunch time.  Don't know why he has to sit next to me.  Anyway, he was sitting on one section of the papers and I wanted to take it, so I said,&lt;em&gt; "BB... sorry do you mind..."&lt;/em&gt;  then he stood up and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Don't know how to say &lt;em&gt;'excuse me'&lt;/em&gt; ah???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just left the place with his buddy.  He asked me to go up and read the papers cos one of my friends has the papers anyway.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So irritating can???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hollaback Moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well... he's a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;total bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean... he's &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10x more feminine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; than all the girls in the world combined.  I mean, hello???  He&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; gossips&lt;/span&gt; about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, talks about everything, sound like some&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; ah-soh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at the market and tags along with his buddy like as if his buddy is his husband.  Oh, I'm sorry, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; husband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-114022941420164714?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/114022941420164714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=114022941420164714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/114022941420164714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/114022941420164714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-irritating-guy.html' title='This Irritating Guy!!!!'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-113975922400547904</id><published>2006-02-12T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T23:16:19.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Idol Auditions - Heatwaaaaaaaaaave!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/1600/Vote%20For%20Ron%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/320/Vote%20For%20Ron%2002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. The day for the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; auditions of Singapore Idol 2 is &lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt; here!!! &lt;/span&gt;Yeah!!!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*clap hands*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I've been waiting so bloody long for this day to come! I remembered &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;queuing up overnight in 2004&lt;/span&gt;, just to be the&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; 1st 500&lt;/span&gt; or something to be auditioned on that day itself. The super stormy weather, the pain of rejection, my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;glittery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; hair&lt;em&gt; (don't laugh),&lt;/em&gt; stupid organisers blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I want to play my cards differently&lt;/span&gt;. I thought it will be better if I didn't queue up overnight. I mean... I only slept&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; freaking hours the last time round, so why tire myself out for 2 mins of audition? Might as well come cleaner and fresher :D so a few friends of mine and I came together to achieve a dream that's so far... the next Singapore Idol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;DAY 1 - 11hrs for... what?!??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 5.45am in the morning. Shower and prepared myself to leave the house. Was supposed to meet &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christina&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;friend from poly)&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; Jeremy&lt;/strong&gt; at 7am, but I left a little late, cos I had to buff my nails, make my hair, drink 'pi pa kao' etc... all the essential stuff before leaving. I mean you don't wanna go unglam and with a horrid voice right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to some fast music...&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; great 'workout' beat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha! Reach&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; *scape at Cineleisure Orchard&lt;/span&gt; around 7.15am. Wah lau it's so freaking long, &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's as if the whole of Singapore is here&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; Hahahaha and more and more people just started coming in one by one!!! Goodness!! Managed to find Christina after what seems to be like forever!!! Called Jeremy and he came with his friend, &lt;strong&gt;Imran&lt;/strong&gt;. It was quite quiet in a way, maybe cos we just met lah. Then after a while, things started to get more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about Imran is that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;he's SO freaking funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! It's like... he can be an entertainer loh! From his &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Anita Sarawak imitation&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;his million accents&lt;/span&gt;, he just knows how to crack you up!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt; He's just so fun lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between the 1st few hours, we took turns to walk out to go to the toilet, get breakfast etc. I didn't buy any food cos I didn't really want that to&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;affect my voice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; (can't sing when I eat&lt;/em&gt;). Later on, while accompanying Christina to buy food,&lt;strong&gt; Phyllis&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Christina's friend's sister)&lt;/em&gt; came and joined the queue. Nice girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year,&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; it rained like hell.&lt;/span&gt; This year, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;the heat was on&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously, you can fry eggs on the floor and get a free suntan within 1 hour. Free of charge. Don't have to go to those tanning nonsense. And forget about Marie France Bodyline. &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I think I was prepared to lose 5kg with the heat burning off my fats!&lt;/span&gt; Hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;most salah thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to happen? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;To get interviewed when you are complaining like a typical Singaporean about weather, food etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. guess what?&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It happened to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; They just filmed me complaining about everything. Oh my God! Then the producer just asked me to tell them my age and stuff. Then she asked me to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;'Oh my God... should I?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Then with &lt;em&gt;all my guts&lt;/em&gt;, I just went for it and&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; sang my heart out&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone was looking. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Quite scary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. But the producer liked it and I thanked her in return. Wah lau. Little did we know that this is only the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daniel Ong walked by and interviewed Jeremy and Imran&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. They had to sing out in a 'showdown'. Kinda silly of Daniel to come up with that but, oh well, guess it was for entertainment purpose. Jeremy was good. Imran also good. Ai yo. &lt;strong&gt;I don't know if I can make it through lah.&lt;/strong&gt; Then we got filmed again for this &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;'5 days to Singapore Idol' trailer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ai yo! Enough attention!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 hours of nonsense. All sorts, I can tell you. I accompanied Jeremy to the toilet like&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; every 45 mins!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Goodness!!! &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And there was this mad guy who kept looking at me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Using the umbrella to block him &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;didn't work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; lah! He kept bothering me with questions and stuff like that. He talks weirdly some more. Ai yo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have heat. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A LOT of heat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! It was super hot! Most of us were like perspiring in our shirts/dresses/skirts/whatever clothings. The hosts of Singapore Idol didn't make things better. They tried to get us to be excited, but the sun kinda drained out energy out. Like hello!??! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add on the to nonsense, we sighted some funny people. There was a young girl whom we call 'Tiara' because she has a&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; 'tiara'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on her head. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;She looks salah (sorry)&lt;/span&gt;. Then in the midst, there was a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'pink lady'&lt;/span&gt; wannabe. Hahaha but she looks like a rock version, you know like the real singer Pink? Yeah... but whether or not we are looking at that, I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6pm, we finally reached the front of the queue. My friends and I were&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; super excited.&lt;/span&gt; Like yea!!! We're gonna be auditioned. It turned out that they've stopped auditions for the day, so we are &lt;em&gt;just gonna register&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like what?!??! Wah lau eh!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So we went to register for Singapore Idol. The good news is that we will be the&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; first batch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to audition for the day, so we don't have to wait so long the next day. Thank God!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us were totally shagged. I mean queuing up like that isn't that easy. But it was the support from each other that gave us motivation. I was supposed to meet Sangeetha and stuff, but I was so tired, I just couldn't bring myself to disappoint Sangeetha by disappointing her (what an irony!)! It's like... my legs were really tired and I don't have much energy to do anything, so I went straight back home, cook noodles to eat.. rested a while and sleep. Can't take it anymore!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;DAY 2 - The Time Has Come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up slightly earlier. Same thing over. Just that we are meeting a little later cos we have a confirmed timing and we know that we are definitely gonna be the 1st batch of people to be auditioned. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yay me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hahahah :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I came early because I was prepared. And bored lah, so just walk to the place. Then I realised that I was the 1st (oh my God) and guess who was 2nd? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The mad guy (aka Cheeko)!!! ARGH!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I tried listening to my iRiver... but he still talked to me. I just replied normally and then thankfully he left into his own world of &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;BSB&lt;/span&gt; (yes he's gonna sing that) and 'warm ups'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeremy&lt;/strong&gt; was the 1st one of my whole group of friends (and new friends) to come. He came and we talked about the songs we are singing. He's just worried lah. I can see that he's really concerned about his singing, voice, song etc. I honestly think he's got nothing to worry. Maybe a bit of pitch here and there at times. I think he's overworrying lah. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One by one the others came. The fun is back. &lt;strong&gt;Almost everyone changed into something new&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh damn I feel so dirty lah. But I dried my clothes and I put perfume, so all is good. And if not for the bloody woman, I wouldn't wear back the same thing. Oh nvm!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway earlier on the security told me that it was on a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;first-come-first-serve basis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Nonsense!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Like hello? We were promised to be 1st!! Nonsense. Luckily didn't trust him. &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Nonsense.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;NONSENSE!&lt;/span&gt; hahahah! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phyllis told me that I'm a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;photo freak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I just realised that I took a lot of pics.&lt;/span&gt; In the queue, out of the queue, with umbrellas etc. I'm crazy!!! I don't know why... I'm starting to love candid and mad shots. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I even took a pic of myself with my registration number.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yeah... as if I'm Top 30 right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we re-confirmed out position and sat at a certain holding area, whereby we will wait to be escorted to the audition rooms (finally!!!) . Christina helped me take pics of my friends and I with our number tags. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Really cute leh!&lt;/span&gt; Hahahaha! Then &lt;em&gt;Imran got interviewed&lt;/em&gt; (ai yo), then Christina and Jeremy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai yo... then we were escorted up to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9th Level.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It was really cool. I feel so &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;digitalised!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Stupid b****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; didn't let me wear my tag below part of my T-shirt because my shirt has an 'emblem' that says 'Music is the answer'. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;What's the point of paying for a T-shirt that cost nearly $40... if the judges &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can't&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; see it in the first place!???!&lt;/span&gt; Wah lau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we waited again. Imran got interviewed yet again. But this time round, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Cheeko got interviewed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. His words and speech were awfully weird, but we can't like laugh cos they were filming. Ai yo! Cannot take it. Imran made me laugh and laugh and laugh. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;God! This is infectious lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we finally reached a step closer to the audition rooms. We sat outside the rooms, while being instructed on what to do when we get in there. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Imran started his jokes again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;em&gt; Still laughing.&lt;/em&gt; I had to ask him to stop lah... but it kinda makes me relax in a way. Hahaha I mean I was nervous... but it's really not bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a new word thru him. It's called&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;'boyat'&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Actually, one of the girls sitting opposite us were talking about their number tags being 'salah', so one of them said &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'goyat'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But it sounded like &lt;em&gt;'boyat' &lt;/em&gt;and Imran made a joke out of it. And the following contestants were told by dear Imran to think of &lt;em&gt;'boyat'&lt;/em&gt; every time we get nervous! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Imran went in after a number of people went in. Next was my turn. Then I suddenly think about what the judges will think about my performance. I remembered being so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;'blur'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, cos I didn't know that this round was not the real judges, but the producers and some music critic, &lt;em&gt;whatever!&lt;/em&gt; Yeah... and&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;they stopped me halfway through my song the last time round&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; But I know that... whatever happens, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'll do my best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imran comes out. Oh dear. But I'm really relaxed. I went in and introduced myself and my song. Alamak. The same thing happened last year. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I looked into the camera!!! ARGH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hahahah nvm... cos I didn't noticed until the producer told me to look &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;*away*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from the camera before I sing. &lt;em&gt;And I just sang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... they didn't stop me. Good. They look &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;quite impressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; (I think).&lt;/em&gt; Then they asked about my job. NS, I told them. Then they were &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;concerned about not being able to make it&lt;/span&gt; blahblah blah and I tried to defend myself. Then came a long chat on singing tips, friends, religion&lt;strong&gt; (huh??)...&lt;/strong&gt; then it was over. Ai yo!!! &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;It's OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay there might be a bit of hope. So, off I went to the results room. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;In less than 5 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, a lady came up and stood in front of the results room,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay.. these are the numbers that are &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;making it to the next round. 1-something..., 1-something... and &lt;strong&gt;1329."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at my number tag. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oh. Alamak. Me ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So off I went down. It's sad, but I was cool. I went over to Long John's Silver to meet the others. Christina got in. Andy got in. Jeremy got in. Imran got in. The rest no, including cute Phyllis. Ai yo. Everyone was kinda sad for those who didn't make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm like... &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"hai ya... nvm lah! 2nd time already, I can handle it".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; In fact... throughout the day after that... I was happy! It's kinda like a load off your mind. I mean, think of it positively, at least they didn't stop me halfway through the song and that's an achievement already because I think I did better than the last time round. It's all cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly I ate Long John's Silver. Hahha&lt;strong&gt; I don't like it,&lt;/strong&gt; but the breakfast set... &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;oh my God quite nice leh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONCLUSION&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn that in life, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;we've gotta handle rejections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; All sorts of rejections. I've been rejected once. And yes this is the 2nd time. It's hard, but &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I mustn't let it affect my dream and vision.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It's a long way ahead, but life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jeremy told me this, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You sing because you like it, not for the money or to be on TV."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And I thought to myself... 'Yeah... I &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; like to sing!'. I mean isn't that why I joined the competition in the 1st place!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt from this. I'm happy because at least I know that I've tried my best and that I think I did better than last season. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And I made new friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;And I took lotsa pics (haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. And I had a positive attitude. It's cool!!! So everyone, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DON'T GIVE UP.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I've been rejected but &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT'S NOT THE END FOR ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember... whenever you feel stressed, nervous, sad etc... think of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;BOYAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hahahah it'll make you laugh :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOTE FOR US!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/1600/Vote%20For%20Us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/320/Vote%20For%20Us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me waiting in the never ending queue... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/1600/Waiting%20in%20line%2001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/320/Waiting%20in%20line%2001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/1600/Waiting%20in%20line%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/320/Waiting%20in%20line%2002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO???? You auditioning for Singapore Idol for Memoirs of a Geisha??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/1600/Memoirs%20of%20the%20Idols.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/320/Memoirs%20of%20the%20Idols.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISERY!!! It's so bloody hot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/1600/Misery.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/320/Misery.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks who's getting interviewed... Daniel Ong interviewing Imran (left) and Jeremy (right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/1600/The%20Interview%2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/320/The%20Interview%2005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Phyllis in da block!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/1600/Cool%20Gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/320/Cool%20Gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice shoes. Hahahha that's how 'sian' the queue was... do you think this is real Nike btw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/1600/Nice%20Shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/320/Nice%20Shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your next Singapore Idol finalists. Hahahah just kidding. But soon lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/1600/Idols.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/320/Idols.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina and I before entering 'danger zone'. Ahahaha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/1600/Ron%20&amp;amp;%20Christina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/320/Ron%20%26%20Christina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawaii!!! Hahahahah Imran and I at the 9th Level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/1600/Ron%20and%20Imran.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/320/Ron%20and%20Imran.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-113975922400547904?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/113975922400547904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=113975922400547904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/113975922400547904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/113975922400547904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2006/02/singapore-idol-auditions.html' title='Singapore Idol Auditions - Heatwaaaaaaaaaave!'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-113932801013412149</id><published>2006-02-07T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T00:00:10.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo Hei!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, although today isn't 'people's birthday' (or&lt;em&gt; 'ren ri'&lt;/em&gt;, the 7th day of Chinese New Year), I had &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;'yu sheng'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,  which is a &lt;strong&gt;local dish &lt;/strong&gt;that is taken during Chinese New Year.  It's kinda like &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a tastier and colourful version&lt;/span&gt; of what seems like a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;'fish salad'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Long Beach Marina South Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with my family and my father's company and friends for his company's dinner.  It was kinda rushy for me, because I had to change from &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;all green&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;all glam&lt;/span&gt;!  Hahahah!  My father had to pick me up from camp and then I had a quick shower and changed to rush to the venue for the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere was okay.  I wasn't totally interested in the dinner because... I mean after all, it's my father's company dinner, not my family dinner, so&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt; I've nothing to talk about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  Even during family functions, I've nothing to talk about, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;except maybe complain about stupid so-called &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'friends'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Hahhaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was shifted &lt;em&gt;(thanks to my parents)&lt;/em&gt; from their table to the next table.  And I was sitting next to someone that I don't like!!!  Wah lau this friend of my father ah... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;very irritating lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  He's fu-reek-ing &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;obnoxious, loud and irritating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  I just can't stand him.  And he gave me a CLOCK for my birthday last time!  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A CLOCK LEH!!!  Wah lau!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I tried to control my anger, frustration and whatever crap feeling I was feeling and just enjoy the dinner.  In fact, the dinner was good!  'Yu sheng' was fabulous, the fish was smooth, the lobster sashimi was unique... everything was good!  There was black pepper crab, noodles, great veggies and many more!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dessert was a disaster, though.  It was &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COFFEE PUDDING!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Oh my God!  Who in the world eats that lah!  Ai yo... sorry no offence to coffee lovers, I'm just more of a tea person.  Well anyway, had a great time :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-113932801013412149?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/113932801013412149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=113932801013412149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/113932801013412149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/113932801013412149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2006/02/lo-hei.html' title='Lo Hei!!!'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-113932900940105716</id><published>2006-02-06T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T00:19:33.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the Mad Man!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh my God!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Have you ever wondered how you can get into trouble with the army uniform. Here are a few reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1. Smoking in public with the uniform on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2. Having intimate moments with your other half in the uniform&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(extreme cases)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;3. Fighting with the uniform on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... my incident&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; wasn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; any of the above. I was walking towards home from the bus stop at the MRT &lt;em&gt;(took a bus from camp),&lt;/em&gt; when suddenly a mad man shouted at me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Actual conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mad man: "Army ah? Ni shi army ah? Lai lai..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;mad man barges towards Ron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ron: 'Oh no... what the hell does he want? Stay calm, stay calm'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ron divert walking route&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mad man: "Lai lai"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;mad man walks very quickly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ron: 'Oh damn... you must not panic... you must not panic'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ron's heart nearly reaches high blood pressure level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mad man: "Wo shi chong PAP lai de. Ni shi chong na yi ge camp lai de?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ron: 'Ignore him. Just walk away'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ron looks forward and walk away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Translation:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mad man: "Hey, you're from the army right? Come come..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;mad man barges towards Ron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ron: 'Oh no... what the hell does he want? Stay calm, stay calm'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ron divert walking route&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mad man: "Come here"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;mad man walks very quickly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ron: 'Oh damn... you must not panic... you must not panic'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ron's heart nearly reaches high blood pressure level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mad man: "I'm from the PAP. Which camp are you from??'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ron: 'Ignore him. Just walk away'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ron looks forward and walk away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE HELL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of a type of &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Monday Blues&lt;/span&gt;, I tell ya!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-113932900940105716?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/113932900940105716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=113932900940105716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/113932900940105716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/113932900940105716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2006/02/attack-of-mad-man.html' title='Attack of the Mad Man!!!!!'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-113888917876839156</id><published>2006-02-01T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T22:35:53.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gong Xi Fa Cai!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GONG XI FA CAI AND HAPPY LUNAR NEW YEAR EVERYONE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It's the&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; year of the Dog!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Wow! Hahahha&lt;em&gt; I hope that 2006 will be a good year&lt;/em&gt;, man! Here's a brief on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Chinese New Year&lt;em&gt; (28th Jan - 31st Jan):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eve:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Went out with my friend, J. Had quite a &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nice swim at Kallang Basin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, then we had lunch around the area. Hard to find food, so ended up eating &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;vegetarian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Then we did shopping at the supermarket. Head to his place for a little while&lt;em&gt; (cos most of the shops are closed anyway)&lt;/em&gt; before heading off our own ways. He went over to his brother's place for reunion dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reunion dinner was held the day before, so I just went back home and did my own stuff.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt; I wanted to go to Chinatown,&lt;/span&gt; but no one to go with&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; (ARUNAN!!!!!! :( )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hahahaha... after 12 midnight, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I sneaked out of the house to buy McDonald's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Hahahah... I wanted to buy an ice-cream. I don't know what made me buy a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Filet-O-Fish meal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Hahhaah my younger bro and I digged into our meals and I slept quite late. Really late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/1600/Late%20Night%20McDonald"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/320/Late%20Night%20McDonald%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;McDonald's Jalan Besar&lt;/span&gt; at&lt;strong&gt; 1+ in the freaking morning!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st Day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Was awaken by policeman thanks to a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fire 'breakout'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; near my house. Quite scary at first, but come to think about it, it was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;quite an experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!!! My mother told me after the incident that it was the year of the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Fire' Dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; this year. Not sure if that's of any coincidence, but yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway went to my grandmother's place and guess what's the topic of the day? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Hahahaha we were showing video clips and photos from my phone and how interesting the incident was. My grandmother laughed because I took a pic of her and part of my family &lt;em&gt;(you can see it in the previous entry)&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;she look pretty funny! Hahahah :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went to one of my &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;big uncle's place&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(from my mother side)&lt;/em&gt; and it was an okay experience &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(like every year)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I'm always talking to a few of my relatives and just hanging out. Watched my brother play blackjack, while getting &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;endless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; persuasions of a game or 2. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;And my elder brother is always watching soccer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hahaha. My mother would play mahjong. Ai yo... only difference? My father didn't leave earlier than usual. He would usually be with his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family (except my mother) and I left quite early and had dinner at Pizza Hut at Heartland Mall. I had spaghetti and pizza. We went back home and had a quite cosy evening together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd Day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A tradition in my family. We went to&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Grace Lodge at Punggol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Kinda like a &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Buddhist-oriented old folk's home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I've been going there ever since I knew of my existence. My grandmother and mother would pay respects, then we will pay respect to the head nun, then we will &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;give ang pows to the old folks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's cool in a way :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our lunch at Punggol Plaza's Food Court. Had ban mian for my lunch. Hahhaha! Then I went over to one of my mother sister's house. It was quite boring. I just sat in front of the TV for like... 4 hour straight? But I managed to watch &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Golden Globes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" on cable. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh my God &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mariah was on it!!&lt;/span&gt; She's so pretty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm happy that"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; Desperate Housewives" won Best Series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It's like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ROCKIN'!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "Brokeback Mountain" won Best Movie or something like that!!! Cool!!! Way to go, Ang Lee!!! After watching that, I just felt that I need to get my a** back home. I went home (without my mother) and my father was at home. He brought me to Parkway for dinner and we tried the &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Teppanyaki at Sakae Sushi.&lt;/span&gt; Okay lah. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quantity actually too little for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Gramaphone and &lt;strong&gt;I don't know how come my father bought "Mee Pok Man" and "12 Storeys"!!!&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha but, by &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Eric Khoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... should be good. Went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd Day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It's my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CNY celebration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! I woke up and did my baking, preparation before. My 1st guest? My &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;BMT buddy, Yong Quan!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Still the same, just that he's been busy at his unit. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Poor thing leh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. He has to do lotsa stuff in his unit. All the rifle, marching, blah blah... so sianz. I hope he will be okay, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends were late. They called one after another at around 1-2pm, so my house nearly collapsed!!! I mean you have the &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;mad Yesteryears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; the mad Vanitha and her megamike voice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the crazy OETI gang and many more. Although I couldn't entertain all of them at one time,&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I'm just so happy to see them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because they were.. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Hahahah! I'm also happy because they kinda like my &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;brownies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks for the encouragement guys!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after that, I left with Jinhui to meet my friend &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Li-Shan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. That girl... went to&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Perth, Australia for studies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Just came back, so we went out with her. She was good. Glad that she's doing fine :D But it's a real pity that she couldn't go to my house. We had dinner (actually, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; had dinner cos both of the girls were full), then we went to Lido to buy movie tix. We wanted to watch "Cheaper By The Dozen 2", but&lt;em&gt; bad seats&lt;/em&gt;. Same goes for "Fun with Dick and Jane". In the end, we bought tix for&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; "Fearless".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, most of you know that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I seldom watch Chinese movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I don't know when's the last time I watch a Chinese movie from Hong Kong/China/Taiwan in the cinema. And &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm not a big fan of kung fu &lt;/span&gt;and whatever martial arts &lt;em&gt;(and yes that means I don't like Jackie Chan).&lt;/em&gt; But oh my God &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Fearless" is good!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It's even better than &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"Memoirs of a Geisha"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really felt that the plot was good. The movie isn't about the fighting. It's about the plot. The story of this guy called Huo Yuanjia and his life. You learn a lot of good lessons and values. Really amazing. I cried leh! Hahahah cos the last part of the movie... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tak boleh tahan!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It's like.. he still continued to fight his last match despite being poisoned by somebody. He kinda had a four-against-one match with 4 people from different countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really touching. And after this movie, I just feel so proud to be Chinese!!! Despite whatever that China has gone through, you can see that &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;people are still willing to fight for their own rights and are still proud to be who they are. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I mean &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;he could beat up this super muscular wrestler from US in that movie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Wah lau... and he's just damn nice. He could have killed some of his opponents. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But he didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. That's real pride and integrity... whatever! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;It's just good&lt;em&gt; lah!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back home, feeling so tired from all the craziness that just happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-113888917876839156?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/113888917876839156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=113888917876839156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/113888917876839156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/113888917876839156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2006/02/gong-xi-fa-cai.html' title='Gong Xi Fa Cai!!!'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-113849956064287548</id><published>2006-01-29T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T22:48:02.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire in da house!!!!</title><content type='html'>We know that we've seen so many videos and clips on fire and the dos and don'ts of it. We also know that such a thing is real, but deep in our hearts... we kinda know that it will never happen to us. Or you thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;great sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, when suddenly my mother shouted, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Hurry up! Hurry up!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I know that it was the year of the Dog and that it is the &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st day of Chinese New Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but why is she so &lt;em&gt;'kan cheong' &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(nervous)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; about it? Then suddenly, an&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; unfamiliar manly voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; shouted, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Everyone hurry up!".&lt;/span&gt; And from my half sleepy eyes a man in blue uniform. Oh my God &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT THE HELL IS A POLICEMAN DOING IN MY HOUSE!??!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised that something is wrong. I can't remember if I heard it... or I felt it... or I knew it... but there was a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;FIRE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This is like some &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;drama coming alive!!! I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ran out of the house and did all the wrong things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took my teddy bear down&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had 'time' to ask my father to unplug my handphone from the plug, cos I was charging it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Super &lt;em&gt;'salah'&lt;/em&gt;, but yeah, I did it. Anyway I took the nearest sandals and ran down the stairs. I was freaking worried. So many questions, so little time. Out of the main door, I saw my maid, uncle and grandmother across the road. I ran to my grandmother and asked her if she's okay. Was really really worried and relieved that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;everyone in my family is okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While the fireman and police were frantically taking care of the area, onlookers just stood watching the fire coming on and off. The fire was actually in a building near my house. This building, called &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Eng Wah&lt;/span&gt;, used to be some movie studio or something like that. And I think the old films were stuck inside. Guess one of it caught fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of the scene:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's how big the fire was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/1600/Fire!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/320/Fire%21%21%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/1600/Photo-0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" height="249" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/320/Photo-0006.jpg" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Part of my family at the scene&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/1600/Photo-0010.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/320/Photo-0010.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look at the amount of smoke!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/1600/Photo-0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/320/Photo-0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was so big, 2 fire engines were needed!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/1600/Photo-0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/320/Photo-0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The onlookers of the scene&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/1600/Photo-0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/320/Photo-0019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My younger brother and I at the scene. We are &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; tired. And yes this is me with my teddy bear!!!! He was so scared!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After what seemed to be like forever, the police let us return to our nests... oops I mean our homes. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It was truly an &lt;em&gt;experience.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-113849956064287548?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/113849956064287548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=113849956064287548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/113849956064287548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/113849956064287548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2006/01/fire-in-da-house.html' title='Fire in da house!!!!'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-113837020740374737</id><published>2006-01-27T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T21:56:47.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High Hopes for Mariah!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey hey!  Like it or not,  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;MARIAH IS HERE TO STAY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;  Check this ratings from a &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;VH1 Grammy poll&lt;/span&gt; by adult respondents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Album of the Year Rankings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. "The Emancipation Of Mimi" Mariah Carey - 26%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Late Registration" Kanye West - 20%&lt;br /&gt;3. "How To Dismantle An Atomic Bomb" U2 - 17%&lt;br /&gt;4. "Love. Angel. Music. Baby." Gwen Stefani - 12%&lt;br /&gt;5. "Chaos And Creation In The Backyard" Paul McCartney - 10%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Record of the Year Rankings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. "We Belong Together" Mariah Carey - 26%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Boulevard Of Broken Dreams" Green Day - 26%&lt;br /&gt;2. "Gold Digger" Kanye West - 20%&lt;br /&gt;3. "Hollaback Girl" Gwen Stefani - 13%&lt;br /&gt;4. "Feel Good Inc." Gorillaz Featuring De La Soul - 3%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Song of the Year Rankings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. "We Belong Together" Mariah Carey - 33%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Bless The Broken Road" Rascal Flatts - 21%&lt;br /&gt;3. "Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own" U2 - 19%&lt;br /&gt;4. "Devils &amp; Dust" Bruce Springsteen - 9%&lt;br /&gt;5. "Ordinary People" John Legend - 5%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Singing Lessons from Best Female Pop Vocal Performance - Nominees Rankings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Mariah Carey - 32%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sheryl Crow - 23%&lt;br /&gt;3. Kelly Clarkson - 16%&lt;br /&gt;4. Gwen Stefani - 11%&lt;br /&gt;5. Bonnie Raitt - 10%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(source from News section of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mariahcarey.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mariah Carey Official Website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambatte, Mariah!!!!!!!!!  &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE BELONG TOGETHER!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-113837020740374737?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/113837020740374737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=113837020740374737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/113837020740374737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/113837020740374737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2006/01/high-hopes-for-mariah.html' title='High Hopes for Mariah!!!'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-113837058063062472</id><published>2006-01-27T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T00:01:44.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Sick Sick</title><content type='html'>I was just on my way to camp (as usual) on a Monday morning and just as I alighted from the bus, my stomach felt very very queasy. It was a pretty weird feeling that I was getting. When I went to camp, I had to rush to the toilet. Diarrhoea! I reported sick in camp at the MO. They gave me some medicine. Didn't help me. After lunch, I went to the toilet like 5 times in 3 hours!!!! And it felt worst. It was so bad, I didn't have enough energy for anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things worse, I had a practical test on that day. If you were gonna guess that I would fail the test, well... I did. I had to redo it the next day. I felt horrible. I failed because I... argh I'm not interested in the damn stuff that they are teaching me now in the 1st place anyway! It's fuur-eeek-king boring and stupid!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was so sick I took a cab back home, went to a private doctor to get medicine and a jab that made me sleep till the next morning. It was a good sleep, I suppose. I felt a little bit better and I went back to camp. I couldn't eat much stuff cos it was against what I was supposed to be eating. *Bleah* pass my other practical test and the test that I failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday and Thursday was fine. I was on the road to recovery and I was supposed to be better by Friday. But on Thursday, it seem like my stomach was acting very weird again. I think I had constipation. Then later in the night, it came back. Was sick again. Couldn't go back to camp. Went to yet another doctor. Ai yo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll be well soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-113837058063062472?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/113837058063062472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=113837058063062472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/113837058063062472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/113837058063062472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2006/01/sick-sick-sick.html' title='Sick Sick Sick'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-113751070591740533</id><published>2006-01-17T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T23:11:46.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not the best of moods...</title><content type='html'>Yeah I'm like so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;freaking pissed and fed up and sad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;at the same time.  Okay, went back to camp today because I reported sick yesterday.  Went to the polyclinic yesterday.  And guess what?  I got a freaking scolding for reporting sick outside.  This instructor, &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;(undisclosed name),&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; told me off for reporting sick.  He told me to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;check the schedule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; next time before reporting sick.  He even said that I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'don't even bother to ask about the lesson yesterday'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind.  I had to go for a quick revision on yesterday's lesson &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(thank you Azmi!).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  And the lesson started after that.  It was more of a quick revision.  And he started asking me questions that I don't know and I don't have the answer to it.  I felt &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so embarrassed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because he started shouting at me and making me feel so 'lousy'.  I couldn't eat properly, talk properly or even look at people properly &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(maybe that's an exaggeration).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... 1st thing 1st... &lt;strong&gt;is there a schedule for reporting sick?&lt;/strong&gt;  2ndly, I did ask my buddy beforehand about the lesson and he told me that it was not easy to explain it through the phone.  How can he assume that I was not bothered in the 1st place?  And he taught us in an extremely confusing way, so I think I got confused myself!  And I'm just so... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;stressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that everyone in class seem to be &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; than me... the fact that my buddy is coping well &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(it's not a bad thing.. it's good and I'm happy for him)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the fact that I'm &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;not interested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in technical stuff, or army life to begin with... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;doesn't help the situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  I'm so down.  But I did try to lift myself up.  Talked to Vanitha &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;(chi fan le ma?),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Jem and a few others on the Net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I need to remind myself.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Not to give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  I'm trying not to.  studying like mad, reading, revising.  Ai yo.  If only I was in TP... life was so much better then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I need to go and iron my uniforms and stuff.  Gotta catch up with my sleep.  See ya all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-113751070591740533?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/113751070591740533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=113751070591740533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/113751070591740533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/113751070591740533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2006/01/not-best-of-moods.html' title='Not the best of moods...'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-113725337886659216</id><published>2006-01-14T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T14:34:23.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Fàn-tastic!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey everyone!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It's a bright lovely Saturday! So what activities has &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Mr. Blonde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; arranged for himself? Well... I would be out the whole day, but it's not &lt;strong&gt;*THAT*&lt;/strong&gt; busy lah. Hahaha! Okay today woke up around 7am+, hanged around at home and left the house for school (of course I showered and everything!). Now, you must be wondering why I'm going back to TP all of a sudden? Well, because of &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAREER FAIR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hahahaha I went back to my beloved &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Temasek Polytechnic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the Career Fair. There were a few talks that I was gonna attend, so I came down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the bus stop and, yes, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23 never fails to be late&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha, so I was just a little bit late, but thankfully the talk haven't started yet. When I reached school, I climbed up the flight of stairs and suddenly all the great wonderful memories started following. I don't know why, but &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I felt so good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. There was some kind of an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;estastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; feeling about coming back to TP! I know &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it's sounds crazy to at least &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99.99999%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of you people reading this&lt;/span&gt;, but I really felt &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so good! And happy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough nonsense! Hahaha anyway I entered the auditorium area&lt;em&gt; (where my registration for my course, graduation etc were held)&lt;/em&gt; and registered on the spot &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I think there were problems online or something)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I went for &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3 talks&lt;/span&gt; and in between those talks, I went to various booths to check out the job prospects that they are offering. Okay here's the&lt;strong&gt; rundown&lt;/strong&gt; of the booths and the talks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;[talks]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAAS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; Civil Aviation Authority of Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;the people behind &lt;strong&gt;THE&lt;/strong&gt; airport&lt;/span&gt;, came down and talked about &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Air Traffic Controllers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Highly paid&lt;/span&gt;, they are the people who control the aeroplanes coming in and flying out of the airports. They control the air traffic movement in the skies too! It sounds&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; interesting but tough&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; too. The pay is good, but you work like shift work. That's not the problem. They have very high requirements, like you must be &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;decisive, be a good team player, speak fluent English, have un-shaky voice etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Plus it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;shift work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, so you gotta work at &lt;em&gt;funny hours (well, that's not a prob)&lt;/em&gt; and be prepared for &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;standby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, meaning you have to replace someone, should that person fall sick or whatever&lt;em&gt; (okay that might be a prob!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Great way to fly indeed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Not only did their video presentation show the &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'glam&lt;/strong&gt;' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;side of cabin crew, they also showed the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;real side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of it, like what training they had to go through, the things that happen behind the curtains &lt;em&gt;(yeah when you are walking to the lavatory... that curtain)&lt;/em&gt;, the sleeping pattern etc. Actually I found it quite scary! Hahahha! I mean... there's standby &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(again!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; duties and you might get &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;dry skin, bad hair and some other funny sickness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;on board. Plus you have to be able to uphold the name of Singapore Airlines. It's tough, but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;don't mind giving it a shot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(even though my height is kinda like the factor that would make them turn me down).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yeah.... plus get to travel far!!! &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why not?!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DFS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: The speaker was well-mannered and professional in her speech. However, she came to most of us as some&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; 'Ice Queen b****'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cos she was&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; 'cold'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and a little&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; 'plastic'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in a way. Okay on with the job, there were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;many opportunities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for us in DFS. The only problem is... &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;there's too many&lt;/span&gt;. And we don't even know where to start! All I know is that you can broaden your mind by meeting people of different cultures and going to different places and departments. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahh! Too confusing man!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[booths]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... there were many booths. From&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; McDonald's to Raffles Hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I was able to find quite a variety of companies. Most of them wanted to recruit people, but unfortunately, my talents have to be wasted for another... &lt;strong&gt;1 year 9 months&lt;/strong&gt;? Yeah... sorry guys! &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wait for my&lt;em&gt; emancipation&lt;/em&gt; later... hahha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'interesting' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;booths include &lt;em&gt;Mini Toons, PastaMania and Starhub&lt;/em&gt;. Up to now, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm still wondering what a diploma holder can do in Mini Toons?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It's not that we are trying to search for &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;'high class jobs'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or whatever... it's just that, we ain't sure if we can fully&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; expand our minds and talents&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with a place like that. It's a tough world, man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the breaks that I had in between and stuff, I managed to take pics of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;my school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Lovely TP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/1600/Temasek%20Polytechnic%20Main%20Building.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/320/Temasek%20Polytechnic%20Main%20Building.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Come down now!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/1600/Flags%2001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/320/Flags%2001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Flags of TP &lt;em&gt;(including the National Flag)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/1600/ITAS%20Canteen%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/320/ITAS%20Canteen%2002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The new ITAS Canteen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It's air-conditioned. Unfortunately, it was &lt;strong&gt;closed&lt;/strong&gt;, so can't go in. But anyway managed to take a pic of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/1600/Jim"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/320/Jim%27s%20Birthday%20Party%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other side of the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/1600/No%20Pets%20Allowed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/320/No%20Pets%20Allowed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;who in the world would bring their pets to the school???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Unless they are taking a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Diploma in Dog and Cat Shows,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I don't see why!!! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(found at entrance of canteen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/1600/Kois%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/320/Kois%2002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The koi pond in my school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/1600/Cosy%20School.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/320/Cosy%20School.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school in a &lt;em&gt;different&lt;/em&gt; angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/320/Temasek%20Polytechnic%2005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after all of that, I head off to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tampines Mall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, one of the hangouts that I would go to sometimes after school (or before). &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Still as busy as ever loh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It's like the &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;next Orchard Road&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Did you know that the McDonald's in Tampines is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;busiest &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;in Singapore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Unbelievable right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Tell me about it&lt;/strong&gt;. Talking about that I &lt;strong&gt;DID&lt;/strong&gt; go to McDonald's for my lunch! Hahaha. And I had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Fàntastic Burger!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Cool, huh? It's the latest burger to hit our lovely island! It comes in 2 flavours: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;beef and chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Obviously, since I love beef, I tried the beef burger:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/1600/F??ntastic"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="193" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/320/F%3F%3Fntastic%20Burger.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Chi fan le ma??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Hahahah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the burger actually tasted good! It does taste like the one at Mos Burger, except that maybe it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;oiler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, so I wonder &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;healthy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the whole thing actually is. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's worth the try!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fàn-tastic!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'll try the chicken one next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked around Tampines Mall and Century Square. &lt;strong&gt;Busy, busy, busy&lt;/strong&gt;! Everyone seem to be rushing somewhere. I found a Converse bag that I like. Quite small, but I don't care&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; I LIKE IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Hahhahaa! I went into a lot of shops&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt; (and of course I didn't buy anything). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Just &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;window-shopping&lt;/span&gt;, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At &lt;strong&gt;Century Square&lt;/strong&gt;, I chanced upon &lt;a href="http://www.discoverystudios.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Discovery Studios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a studio that kinda allows you to make your own CD at a reasonable (supposedly) price. They have many packages; some with 1 song, some with a few songs, some with makeover etc. I would love to give it a shot, but not sure. I mean S$38 for a CD with 1 song? And what song will that be? I also don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After nearly 3-4 hours of walking everywhere (including a stop at Wang Jiao to read all the brochures that I got from the fair), I made my way to Pasir Ris MRT Station to meet Billy. Billy was punctual. Really punctual. Then I found out that he actually came earlier than me by 1/2h!!! That's crazy!!! Hahaa! But at least you wouldn't be late. We walked to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DownTown East&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Jim's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, my OETI buddy, birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;*SO*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; many friends!!! hahahaah they were literally everywhere! He invited quite a no. of people, including his friends from some &lt;em&gt;Chinese Orchestra group&lt;/em&gt; that he's in, his&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;secondary school teachers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (oh my God) and some various here and there. If not for stupid training, his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;BMT friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; would have been here too!!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ai yo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite not talking to him much during the party, I got to talk to Colin, another guy from OETI and Billy &lt;em&gt;(although Billy left early for another party).&lt;/em&gt; Yea it was quite nice. Didn't know that Jim is the middle child (same as me). His family is so... homely! Hahhaha! I don't know. After hanging around for a while and taking photos and cutting &lt;em&gt;(and munching on)&lt;/em&gt; the cake, Colin and I left for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/1600/The%20Birthday%20Boy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" height="232" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/320/The%20Birthday%20Boy.0.jpg" width="108" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My buddy, Jim &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Zhong Xiao)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; acting silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/1600/OETI%20Gang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" height="181" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/320/OETI%20Gang.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from left): Billy, Jim, Colin and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/1600/Lovely%20Birthday%20Cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/320/Lovely%20Birthday%20Cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lovely birthday cake, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quite nice leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/1600/Jim%20and%20Ron%2001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/320/Jim%20and%20Ron%2001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My buddy and I. It's a &lt;em&gt;funny&lt;/em&gt; pose, don't ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/1600/Billy%20and%20Ron%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/320/Billy%20and%20Ron%2002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy and I when we arrived earlier in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day man! Hahahaha &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;if only I can have days like that every day&lt;/span&gt;! Oh no! The week ahead is packed with stuff!!!! Tests, another birthday party, work, movie... oh my God! But wait,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; Sunday is just tomorrow!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah!!! Hahahah! Need to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and think about it tomorrow!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-113725337886659216?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/113725337886659216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=113725337886659216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/113725337886659216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/113725337886659216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2006/01/simply-fn-tastic.html' title='Simply Fàn-tastic!!!'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-113715718836914422</id><published>2006-01-13T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T10:04:18.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise Early Dismissal &amp; Mini Shopping Trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Another regimental day starts again&lt;/strong&gt;; wake up at 5.30am, leave the ho&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/1600/Photo-0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;use at 6.20am, reach camp etc... it's yet &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;another boring day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at OETI. Well, I mean, life isn't exactly boring there, but I guess learning something that you are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*SO*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not interested in makes you feel so bored. I mean, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;who the hell wants to learn about the different parts of an engine of a land rover!??!!&lt;/span&gt; Do I &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seriously&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; need to know them! Crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was different, though. 1st thing, my instructors were not to be found. While the group that was doing the man truck&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; (think of a big truck that can hold lotsa stuff)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; started their lesson, my group members and I were there waiting for the instructor-in-charge to come. In fact, we didn't know &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was supposed to be in charge, so one of our other instructors, who was supposed to do another group in another platoon helped us. And yes this shows how &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;efficient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; SAF is, once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to take the engine out, so we were re-learning the parts of the engine and the systems before the removal. Because today's Friday and the Muslims have to go for their prayers and we were extremely behind time, he rushed the lesson a little, so it was... &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;confusing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the funny &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[and good]&lt;/span&gt; part was after lunch. I came back, only to find out that we were given&lt;strong&gt; 'flexi'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; (in my camp, that means early dismissal due to the finishing of lesson at early timing, supposedly),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but we had to do area cleaning and take out the engine, which is like crazy!!! We rushed through everything and we managed to be dismissed early!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Woo hoo!!!!!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and the funny thing is... although I was supposed to be part of the &lt;em&gt;'removing-the-engine'&lt;/em&gt; team, I &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ended up cleaning the toilets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; due to confusion and, thus didn't get to remove the engine today! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahahaha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I went to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IKEA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and look around for a birthday gift for my buddy. It's a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; place to be getting a gift, but I was so close to getting a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;shoe rack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (hahahah) cos I know that he liked it, but after much thought, I thought it was ridiculous to get a shoe rack that is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;, plain and plastered all over the newspaper&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;(hint: price on the papers...), &lt;/em&gt;so in the end, I just left after looking around for like 1.5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a bus to lovely Orchard Road with a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;freaking &lt;em&gt;heavy&lt;/em&gt; bag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(try to imagine a pair of boots, 1 set of uniform, 1 set of technician coverall, 1 pair of shorts, socks, books, notebooks, pen and others in a small sports tube bag) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and stop over at my favourite store... &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HMV!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This month, there's a clearout on many stuff, like CDs, calendars, DVDs, books etc. But, I'm beginnning to wonder if the clearout sale is &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*REALLY*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a clearout...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/1600/Photo-0001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/200/Photo-0001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wah lau!!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kylie Minogue at&lt;em&gt; S$4.95!!??!?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Who don't want!??!?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/1600/Photo-0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" height="144" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/200/Photo-0002.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What's a clearout if the CD is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;$2 off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the actual price of the CD?!??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/1600/Photo-0003.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="138" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/320/Photo-0003.jpg" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;who would wanna see Britney and Kevin for &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; price?&lt;/span&gt; they must be &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;out of their mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/1600/Photo-0005.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="165" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/320/Photo-0005.4.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/1600/Photo-0004.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" height="195" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/320/Photo-0004.5.jpg" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Notice that the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; 'import'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sticker cost &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;S$9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Kinda ridiculous to have 2 different prices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; definition of a clearout sale. Anyway I bought a &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2006 calendar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt; S$3.95&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;:D cool right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Charlie and the Chocolate Factory"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; somemore! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So cute!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I browsed around Heeren and found something for my buddy&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; finally&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(cannot tell you yet...).&lt;/em&gt; Then I went back home, realising that it's so sunny today and that if I don't take the opportunity to swim, I might never get a chance again. I mean,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; it's been raining like forever!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long day tomorrow... I'm going back to TP for some talk, then I'm going for a birthday party tomorrow evening. Yes... till then, this is&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; Ron Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OUT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;P.S. Stick to Curry when you buy Old Chang Kee curry puffs. The Pepper ones are small and not really worth your dollar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-113715718836914422?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/113715718836914422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=113715718836914422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/113715718836914422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/113715718836914422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2006/01/surprise-early-dismissal-mini-shopping.html' title='Surprise Early Dismissal &amp; Mini Shopping Trip!'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20873096.post-113707221179270751</id><published>2006-01-12T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T21:23:31.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/1600/12866683156829l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6711/675/320/12866683156829l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hello everyone!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks for popping by my blog! I guess the previous &lt;em&gt;'music critic'&lt;/em&gt; blog was &lt;strong&gt;ineffective&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;not feasible&lt;/strong&gt;, so I've blasted it off &lt;strong&gt;(BOOM)&lt;/strong&gt; and here's presenting &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(drums roll....)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Ron&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahha it's &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my blog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, so it's about &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;my life, the happenings around me, my thoughts on current affairs etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It's everything you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;*can*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; imagine &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;(well, maybe...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Hahahah! I'll update you with my &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crazy thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fitching&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;complaints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and whatever else you can think of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Oh wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the 1st entry is coming up soon.... see ya!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20873096-113707221179270751?l=comeawaywithron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/feeds/113707221179270751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20873096&amp;postID=113707221179270751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/113707221179270751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20873096/posts/default/113707221179270751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeawaywithron.blogspot.com/2006/01/welcome.html' title='Welcome!!!'/><author><name>The Music Critic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698464733961741229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
