<?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-7808389419122587807</id><updated>2011-10-12T02:24:11.274+08:00</updated><category term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Guy's Perspective</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808389419122587807.post-997890635018208397</id><published>2011-09-11T16:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T16:49:49.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Army lingo</title><content type='html'>There are some words that I keep hearing in the army and it is seriously annoying the shit out of me. One of them is indented. From food to fans to transport, they just have to use indent for everything. Another word is stores. They call the equipment that we use  as stores. Everyday the word stores is just bad news. We would bring them out ( quite heavy ) for either training or only to bring them in again. This is a pain in the ass when I'm trying to get a proper rest in bunk. Lastly the word I dread the most is book in. Instant depression upon hearing this word. FML .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-997890635018208397?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/997890635018208397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2011/09/army-lingo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/997890635018208397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/997890635018208397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2011/09/army-lingo.html' title='Army lingo'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-542101509851004608</id><published>2011-08-14T02:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T02:07:25.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Felt the urge to rant on my blog, unable to sleep and kept thinking about stuffs. So here I am, on my mobile typing away.&lt;br /&gt;With A-level coming so soon, I feel very unprepared relative to last year. Super stressed out. One is because of lack of time, another is my self-discipline. &lt;br /&gt;I think that everyone expects a lot from me. I don't know why is that the case. Even when I have so much to deal with, I have to entertain their requests. Okay so when I give in, they expect more from me. I effing have to book in to a damn run-down camp filled with morons after one week in civilian world, and my last day of freedom is fucking packed. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know why recently I feel so much anger in me, prolly due to exam stress and mother bitch ns. I somehow feel that people think my life very easy, ns like some chalet, exams coming can just heck it. Every sunday book in for one week of orientation camp till the next book out. It is only Ns, nothing to do, book out also nothing to do. &lt;br /&gt;I honestly think I am quite strong mentally, others in my position might have broken down long ago. Juggle so many things at once, just when you thought serving ns is brainless, there are so many things to learn and prepare for. Dealing with morons to hone your ability to survive in outside world. It all boils down to one thing-time. I. Need. More. Time. I don't want to lead an army life, screw this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-542101509851004608?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/542101509851004608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2011/08/felt-urge-to-rant-on-my-blog-unable-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/542101509851004608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/542101509851004608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2011/08/felt-urge-to-rant-on-my-blog-unable-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-5794150132109689494</id><published>2011-07-17T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T01:46:02.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Life has not been very good ever since I entered the Army. Things has been going downhill for everything. In short, this year has not been very smooth for me.&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that I shall try to update once a week.&lt;br /&gt;For my studies I have been slowing down, barely one topic per week. Plus I am not even sure if I can be granted leave to take the papers since it might clash with some operations. Thinking about taking the papers, kind of lonely to take the papers alone in an unknown surrounding.&lt;br /&gt;And Army is really pissing me off. Overworked and underpaid. Inefficient to the max.I figured out that our national service could have been completed in a year if it is not so inefficient. Much of our time is spent waiting and we do not really achieve much in our second year. &lt;br /&gt;This week hasn't been very good. Hope it will be better the next.&lt;br /&gt;Why must we serve for so long? 509 days to ORD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-5794150132109689494?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/5794150132109689494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2011/07/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/5794150132109689494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/5794150132109689494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2011/07/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-465195434027690664</id><published>2011-06-25T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T22:30:34.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Time to update my blog so that a certain special girl can read. &lt;br /&gt;Time seems to fly when I am in the civilian trying&amp;nbsp; hard to concentrate on my studies, yet time crawls when I am in camp. Quite contradictory. Left 136 days to my first paper as of now. ( And 530 days to ORD )&lt;br /&gt;Not very sure if I can do well but will push on anyway.&lt;br /&gt;My life in the army is really sad, especially on sunday nights. Well, on the other hand I am grateful that I am in a super slack unit. My unit is very special, lots of smart people but are super weird and annoying. The type destined to be a man. I am also a man but I am definitely different. Lucky that I won't be with them forever, if not -.- . All the new sergeants will be coming in soon, and my funny sergeants will be gone. Sigh, all the fun gone.&lt;br /&gt;Back to my studies, trying to study in camp everyday but sometimes I am to tired to do anything. Oh and army is a real waste of time. Shall not say too much. Lots of smart people so I try to find helpful people to aid me. Quite grateful for their help. Cannot wait for A Levels to be over and do many many things with a girl who calls me chubby. &lt;br /&gt;Oh and I have not met up with my JC friends for a long long time. Shall meet them soon. But I feel very sluggish recently. Side-effects of being inside the army? Certainly. Hard to juggle so many things which are of similar importance.&lt;br /&gt;To horsie: Do well for your MYE. Cannot wait to eat my korean bbq =/&lt;br /&gt;Shall update soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-465195434027690664?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/465195434027690664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2011/06/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/465195434027690664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/465195434027690664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2011/06/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-5689118757574465862</id><published>2011-03-05T16:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T16:52:18.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since I have updated this blog. Had been really busy ever since I enlisted in army. The first two weeks were horrible because the schedule was so packed that I practically had no time for own stuff. I am so glad that things are slower now since all the basic stuffs are settled. Went on to my first bookout, met some friends for lunch and stock up army items to prepare for fieldcamp. Time just went by and fieldcamp just ended not too long ago. I thought that the BMT school was bad but fieldcamp made me cherish it more. Basically army just made me cherish everything more, no matter how simple they are, like drinking water. I'm only halfway through BMT but I feel that I have grown stronger mentally and physically, mainly due to the things that we go through. I have seen many guys cry during the training, mainly because they miss the comfort of their home and their loved ones. Seriously cannot wait to graduate from this place. It has made me lost many things which I fear I cannot gain back in the future.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school yesterday to collect my results. Did not do well, could say that I flunked it. Well I kind of expected it since last year so I was not really affected by it. I cannot go anywhere so I need to really think about my next move. Basically either retake or go to a private university. However army is interfering with this and I probably cannot afford to study in a good private university. Shall think through it more. Now that I have read through the courses, I seriously am only attracted to business course but it is way beyond my reach. The other degrees offered are seriously boring. Okay I am only judging them by their names.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I am going to try my best to not lose certain things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-5689118757574465862?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/5689118757574465862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2011/03/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/5689118757574465862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/5689118757574465862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2011/03/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-3413723745316497577</id><published>2011-01-29T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T03:00:08.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class dinner</title><content type='html'>Went for the class dinner to send off the Feb guys. Had it at Bugis. After that a few of the guys went over to Clarke Quay to drink, but epic fail.&lt;br /&gt;Lessons learnt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sultan Fish is exclusive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Choosing food with the guys is damn troublesome, more nonsense than practical comments&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eating fish eye is still disgusting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We must pick our teeth before eating&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beer is disgusting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boat Quay is cool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shisha is quite cool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-3413723745316497577?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/3413723745316497577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2011/01/class-dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/3413723745316497577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/3413723745316497577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2011/01/class-dinner.html' title='Class dinner'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-4082314455072461842</id><published>2011-01-24T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T00:59:57.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>Finally found a job. It is tough to get a job when you have only 2 weeks left on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like to work. I can't sleep in. I have a fixed routine in my life ( wake up, eat, work, sleep, repeat). I can't go and tan my body. When I still had ample time, it was raining daily from morning till night. Now when I need to work, the sun is effing bright. But but, I shall not complain too much because I need the money for a lot of things. Oh and I hate my baggy G2000 work pants. And I also don't like combing my hair. I am ending my work soon. After that, I shall go in army as a happy man, can hardly wait. (Y)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-4082314455072461842?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/4082314455072461842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2011/01/work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/4082314455072461842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/4082314455072461842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2011/01/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-6941385194255079172</id><published>2011-01-24T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T00:48:39.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalet</title><content type='html'>It has been quite long since I've blogged because I am tired from work and also because of laziness. Due to popular demands, here goes an update.&lt;br /&gt;Went for 13/09 chalet some time back.&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: Late for 3 hours. Went for dinner at Just Acia. Went back stoned and tried very hard to sleep, epic fail. Finally slept around 5+.&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: Went to Wild Wild Wet with the guys. All of us almost drowned at the tsunami pool, each at different point in time. This is because someone suggested going to the end of the pool without floats. Went back for BBQ. Played the "I have never" game and drank a little. Walked about Pasir Ris park, went back to share ghost stories and finally went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: Packed up. Went to shop around with the rest for office wear. I left earlier to cut my stylish hair, but needed to wait 30 min. Kind of glad I did not cut, I like my hair now because it is damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;Finally went home to rest and prepare for work the next day...which leads us to the next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-6941385194255079172?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/6941385194255079172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2011/01/chalet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/6941385194255079172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/6941385194255079172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2011/01/chalet.html' title='Chalet'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-5536515336355179946</id><published>2011-01-12T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T23:48:05.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Pie</title><content type='html'>I have to say this, American Pie movies are the best movies ever made. Plus they have super nice soundtracks. So bored at home, glad to have these shows entertaining me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-5536515336355179946?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/5536515336355179946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2011/01/american-pie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/5536515336355179946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/5536515336355179946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2011/01/american-pie.html' title='American Pie'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-4901612797185269323</id><published>2011-01-11T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T20:23:42.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job</title><content type='html'>Managed to get a job. Although I don't really feel like working, I need the cash to settle some stuffs ( think ah-long ). It will be quite long before I receive my first NS pay.&lt;br /&gt;So went for training today after sleeping for barely 4 hours, surprisingly the trainer was darn funny. So I kept laughing throughout and did not sleep like usual.&lt;br /&gt;Next week I will be thrown into a new environment, shall rest more this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-4901612797185269323?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/4901612797185269323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2011/01/job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/4901612797185269323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/4901612797185269323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2011/01/job.html' title='Job'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-10422896880251334</id><published>2011-01-08T03:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T03:21:50.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Danzation</title><content type='html'>Went to catch Danzation. I was thinking to myself, it better be good because I paid a heavy price for it. Oh yeah, it turned out to be quite entertaining, did not disappoint me at all. I would say it is the best performance I have ever watched. Or maybe it is because the past performances that I have watched were just plain bad. If you are wondering, Danzation is a dance performance organised by Ngee Ann poly with performances by many external dance crews, mainly hip hop dance. It takes place every two years so I am quite lucky to have caught it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side-tracking, my tumblr is not totally dead. I thought that it would be a better idea to just have a place specifically for pictures and one for my thoughts and feelings. Not many strangers would appreciate reading about what I write on tumblr. So do check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-10422896880251334?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/10422896880251334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2011/01/danzation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/10422896880251334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/10422896880251334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2011/01/danzation.html' title='Danzation'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-2385259909277745819</id><published>2011-01-06T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T02:31:44.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new start</title><content type='html'>I'm glad everything has settled down. Sorry for letting you down once again. I will try my best to make it not happen again as I really do not want to lose your trust.&lt;br /&gt;I am still looking forward to NS though. I hope to have fulfiling life inside and I will come out a stronger man with greater capabilities. I probably also need to find something else to occupy my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Let us meet again if fate permits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-2385259909277745819?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/2385259909277745819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/2385259909277745819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/2385259909277745819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-start.html' title='A new start'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-5234887791120596441</id><published>2011-01-05T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T11:09:49.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ns</title><content type='html'>At first, I was dreading Ns, but now I think I will be better off being inside Ns. At least it is a world which I can predict to a certain extent. And I won't have any stress due to stuffs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-5234887791120596441?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/5234887791120596441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2011/01/ns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/5234887791120596441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/5234887791120596441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2011/01/ns.html' title='Ns'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-3037343510604909771</id><published>2011-01-05T03:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T03:21:34.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate</title><content type='html'>I am being very honest here.&lt;br /&gt;I think that fate is a bitch and I am her latest favourite target to play with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-3037343510604909771?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/3037343510604909771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2011/01/fate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/3037343510604909771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/3037343510604909771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2011/01/fate.html' title='Fate'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-8892454714200309516</id><published>2011-01-04T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T23:21:57.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons from this holiday Pt 1</title><content type='html'>This holiday, I have learnt many valuable lessons. So here goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Number one on the hit list, "Enlistment" is a taboo word for employers. Okay maybe only in my case, because I only have freaking a month left on Earth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always set aside enough money for your holiday, especially if there is a special event like prom, effing expensive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There will always be jobs for you even if you can only work for a day. I know I can go apply, but I have several requirements for a job that suits me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Long holiday is boring without the two things that men often worry about.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ns is a major disruption to your life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is super tough to grow long hair which looks nice.** &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-8892454714200309516?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/8892454714200309516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2011/01/lessons-from-this-holiday-pt-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/8892454714200309516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/8892454714200309516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2011/01/lessons-from-this-holiday-pt-1.html' title='Lessons from this holiday Pt 1'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-8563591974656013368</id><published>2011-01-03T04:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T04:15:56.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>Another lonely chilly night in my room, perfect mood to reflect.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I have slightly exaggerated it, but I am in a mood to reflect.&lt;br /&gt;For some unknown reason, this post by my friend kept surfacing in my mind. She roughly said that humans are too greedy. When we get the things we want, we start to expect more of them. I guess I am guilty of this too. I can claim to want only this, but deep inside my heart I want more. So a new resolution to be less greedy?&lt;br /&gt;On a separate issue that just randomly popped into my mind, I am sorry to let anyone down, knowingly or unknowingly. From many notes in the past, I realized that some people envy me and wish to be like me. The truth is I am not perfect. I am only a human with my own dislikes, my own fears and insecurities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-8563591974656013368?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/8563591974656013368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2011/01/reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/8563591974656013368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/8563591974656013368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2011/01/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-1821444243613658685</id><published>2011-01-03T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T01:18:02.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolution</title><content type='html'>I have finally come up with a set of new year resolution.&lt;br /&gt;The resolutions are, not in order of priority (* indicates higher importance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Get into an army vocation that pays me near a thousand dollars* ( I could really use the cash )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be a stronger person***&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn how to play the guitar**&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try to keep in contact with friends*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep a nice hair that is suitable for army yet looks cool***&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study hard (should I flunk my examinations)*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get tanned***&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get my six-pack***&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Look hotter and more mature (oh and of course be more mature)***&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not losing sight of my dream****&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make good friends in the army*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That is roughly about it. By December, I will come back to review this resolution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-1821444243613658685?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/1821444243613658685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2011/01/resolution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/1821444243613658685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/1821444243613658685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2011/01/resolution.html' title='Resolution'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-1889938021202532311</id><published>2011-01-01T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T17:36:31.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eve of new year</title><content type='html'>On the eve of new year, I went out to my friend's house for a steamboat dinner with part of my class. Played guitar hero and also with her dog. I think I can be a dog trainer as a part-time job, my hidden talent. In the meantime I also fretted over where to go later on. Quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;After putting on the contacts which were killing my eyes at that time, I went off early.&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that we spent the last day of the year together. Quite enjoyable just sitting there and talk. And the Indian dude was super funny. Will not be our last time doing this.&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to thought of my new year resolution, but I have a rough idea of them. You should also write one too, would be quite fun to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-1889938021202532311?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/1889938021202532311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2011/01/eve-of-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/1889938021202532311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/1889938021202532311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2011/01/eve-of-new-year.html' title='Eve of new year'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-8840955850301003754</id><published>2011-01-01T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T17:29:48.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Ami's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;On Wednesday, went out to celebrate Ami's 19th birthday. Was supposed to go barrage, but hunk had different plans so we went ahead with it. The nice thing about going out with them is that they know I will definitely be late and so they will also be late. So hunk waited an hour for me, and we both waited two hours for our Maknae. Went to &lt;/span&gt;watch Fockers, had quite a bit of fun disturbing our Maknae there. Then went for dinner at Marina Square, where we took very long to decide on a place to eat due to Maknae's special request. Gave him a tool to battle his demon, hope it will be used wisely. Then we cam-whore with Maknae's lousy camera, disappointing. End of story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-8840955850301003754?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/8840955850301003754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2011/01/amis-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/8840955850301003754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/8840955850301003754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2011/01/amis-birthday.html' title='Ami&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-416727094805364192</id><published>2010-12-29T03:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T03:36:19.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>I am back to blogger. I have transferred all my tumblr posts here too. While reviving this blog, I read through some of my older posts and realized that I have mature quite a bit. Do not bother searching for the older posts, I have kept them at a safe vault. Each time I return to this place, I feel that I have grown much. I am really glad that I have kept a blog in the past. It is like a second memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I have been trying very hard to keep to my resolution. I am going to move past my emotional past. Be less serious about everything, and you will never be unhappy. Am I being emotional by thinking about this issue? Okay this is really the end of my pathetic self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to the birth of a wonderful guy who enjoys life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-416727094805364192?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/416727094805364192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/416727094805364192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/416727094805364192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-2105038947240320881</id><published>2010-12-29T03:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T03:23:53.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day heaven cried with me</title><content type='html'>Just a short summary:&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad to have been &lt;strong&gt;touched by an angel&lt;/strong&gt; this  year, this Christmas. I’m glad that I have one less regret. Regarding  army, I might be dreading Army now, but when I enlist it will just be  like returning back to Cat High. All guys down there for me to fool  around with. I guess that I will be so exhausted daily that I do not  have much ‘thinking time’. Pray for some like-minded retards.&lt;br /&gt;I’m glad that some things that I have done, have not been forgotten  though it might have been something trivial. I’m glad for your  assurance. I’m glad for everything. I will remember this for a very very  long time( forever? ). Don’t forget me too. Thanks for this memorable  Christmas. :V&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-2105038947240320881?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/2105038947240320881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-heaven-cried-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/2105038947240320881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/2105038947240320881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-heaven-cried-with-me.html' title='The day heaven cried with me'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-514571523432626470</id><published>2010-12-29T03:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T03:23:34.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gays</title><content type='html'>I am fine with gays, &lt;strong&gt;as long as&lt;/strong&gt; they are not attracted to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-514571523432626470?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/514571523432626470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/gays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/514571523432626470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/514571523432626470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/gays.html' title='Gays'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-4267841398133603279</id><published>2010-12-29T03:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T03:22:45.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Army</title><content type='html'>Ugly guys come out looking decent.&lt;br /&gt;Good-looking guys come out hot.&lt;br /&gt;Weaklings come out strong.&lt;br /&gt;What will a cute guy like me turn out to be in the end?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-4267841398133603279?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/4267841398133603279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/army.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/4267841398133603279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/4267841398133603279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/army.html' title='Army'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-2196241116284333456</id><published>2010-12-29T03:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T03:22:27.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolution</title><content type='html'>I’m starting my resolution early.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to the old insecure me &lt;strike&gt;&lt;em&gt;soon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hello to the new &lt;strong&gt;fabulous&lt;/strong&gt; me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-2196241116284333456?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/2196241116284333456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/resolution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/2196241116284333456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/2196241116284333456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/resolution.html' title='Resolution'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-6139361552782807559</id><published>2010-12-29T03:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T03:22:11.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a fool</title><content type='html'>It was a tough decIsion. And I don’t feel any better after saying it. Trust me, I’m like a fool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-6139361552782807559?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/6139361552782807559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/like-fool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/6139361552782807559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/6139361552782807559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/like-fool.html' title='Like a fool'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-5354092338222420032</id><published>2010-12-29T03:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T03:21:05.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom</title><content type='html'>Had Prom last monday. I must say it was way better than what we had in  CHS. Everyone of us took the effort to dress up so everyone kind of  transformed. Saw many girls whom I have no impression at all. Okay but  they look pretty, must admit. Power of make-up?&lt;br /&gt;The whole dinner was  quite boring though.The dinner was great but not filling. The Prom king  and queen nominees were quite funny, not sure if it was a joke or what.  One of the nominee was a guy who was often bullied, their &lt;strong&gt;LGMH&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Took plenty of pictures since &lt;strong&gt;I looked so good&lt;/strong&gt; that day, like usual.&lt;br /&gt;After  Prom, we went to Kbox. Tried smuggling in Vodka and succeeded. Played  Ring of Death while the rest sang and did other nonsense. I must admit I  felt a little giddy but I wasn’t drunk like what the rest claimed. Must  be because I never ate enough during dinenr. I think it was too obvious  so the staff came in to warn us. Alright, so the game stopped, played  poker cards and sang. I &lt;strong&gt;sang quite well&lt;/strong&gt;. Potential to be &lt;strong&gt;superstar&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Went back to hotel room to clean up, had breakfast, went home and slept for 9 hours straight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-5354092338222420032?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/5354092338222420032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/prom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/5354092338222420032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/5354092338222420032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/prom.html' title='Prom'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-6908979644082628222</id><published>2010-12-29T03:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T03:20:45.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Bad Wolf</title><content type='html'>I found out that there is something special about me. I have the ability  to make both guys and girls worked up without even doing anything to  them.&lt;br /&gt;For example, &lt;br /&gt;If I add a girl on FB and there is a mutual  friend between us, that mutual friend will get all defensive and start  having negative thoughts about me. It is really funny that they always  think that I randomly add girls. &lt;br /&gt;Okay I do sometimes, but the cases are few and rare. Oh I don’t have any problems when I add guys though. &lt;br /&gt;Hmmm maybe I’ve done some stuffs in the past that has portrayed this kind of image for myself. Not too sure about that. &lt;br /&gt;This whole thing is actually quite funny and entertaining so I shall continue playing my big bad wolf. (Y)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-6908979644082628222?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/6908979644082628222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/big-bad-wolf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/6908979644082628222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/6908979644082628222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/big-bad-wolf.html' title='Big Bad Wolf'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-5071841656563755582</id><published>2010-12-29T03:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T03:20:28.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard to get</title><content type='html'>While I was telling my recent encounters with the ‘Third Kind’ to my  classmates, a certain handsome eurasian friend of mine butted in and  gave his unnecessary comments. He said that they always play too hard to  get, and end up making the ordinary mortals give up on them. &lt;br /&gt;I agree that while playing hard to get adds value, it is hard to set a limit to it. If only we can read minds. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-5071841656563755582?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/5071841656563755582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/hard-to-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/5071841656563755582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/5071841656563755582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/hard-to-get.html' title='Hard to get'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-5417600852903663025</id><published>2010-12-29T03:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T03:18:27.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>It is the second time that I’ve had a dream of that kind. In both dream,  I’ve lost the same person in different ways and I cried. It felt so  real, maybe it was but I was too tired to concentrate on crying. My  insecurities played out inside my dreams. Hope it doesn’t come as a  monthly thing O.O.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-5417600852903663025?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/5417600852903663025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/5417600852903663025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/5417600852903663025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-8910728214794995077</id><published>2010-12-29T03:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T03:17:58.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinking</title><content type='html'>Went drinking with fellow hunters, had a taste of real alcohol. &lt;br /&gt;Played Ring of Death, lucky to be alive now. &lt;br /&gt;Had  HTHT, they provided me with insighful comments. Quite hilarious, esp  JJ. Focus on my only purpose in life, do not be tempted by devils.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-8910728214794995077?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/8910728214794995077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/drinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/8910728214794995077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/8910728214794995077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/drinking.html' title='Drinking'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-7918042982119884595</id><published>2010-12-29T03:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T03:17:08.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men</title><content type='html'>Men worry only about two things in life - women and money.&lt;br /&gt;I think I am being weighed down by both at the same time. I guess I  am just being paranoid about many things, so I want to go and find some  work to keep myself busy and earn money too. Preferably with cute girls  around, best.&lt;br /&gt;A certain Mr Tan &lt;strong&gt;who is not as hot as me&lt;/strong&gt; once said that guys in love always say that no one else can beat&lt;em&gt; (the name of their crush)&lt;/em&gt;,  when in fact there are many other better girls out there. As retarded  as it sounds (since it is from Ah Tan) , it has some truth in it. In  fact I think I have experienced that for quite a few times. Cut the long  crap short, sometimes we must use our heads instead of our hearts. But  it is always easier said than done. Efffffff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-7918042982119884595?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/7918042982119884595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/men.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/7918042982119884595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/7918042982119884595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/men.html' title='Men'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-268699668069574221</id><published>2010-12-29T03:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T03:16:50.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>A levels has finally ended, except for one physics MCQ. I feel like I have lost my purpose in life, nothing to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;For those that know me well, I have only two purposes in life currently.&lt;br /&gt;For my other purpose in my life, I feel like I am losing sight of it.  I just feel that way, no reason whatsoever. But I guess it is all  fated, so shall try to not think too much.&lt;br /&gt;I shall spend all my time playing and experimenting with many stuffs.  Two months later I shall vanish from this island, might not be a bad  thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-268699668069574221?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/268699668069574221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/life_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/268699668069574221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/268699668069574221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/life_28.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-589360394349959093</id><published>2010-12-29T03:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T03:15:59.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One down, two to go</title><content type='html'>Chemistry Paper 3 was screwed&lt;br /&gt;Gp paper 1 was screwed&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics was also screwed&lt;br /&gt;Whats next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-589360394349959093?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/589360394349959093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-down-two-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/589360394349959093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/589360394349959093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-down-two-to-go.html' title='One down, two to go'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-8726035797224107560</id><published>2010-12-29T03:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T03:15:13.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Been a long time since I’ve updated.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been working quite hard in my own opinion, like after two long  years I have finally started studying. I hope miracle will happen once  again.&lt;br /&gt;HY said something which I thought made sense. He said that with a  degree, even if you earn like 10k a month, you would need around 10  years to save to a million. Quite true, I wonder how am I going to  achieve my goals.&lt;br /&gt;Life is peaceful, can’t wait till the bitch of an A’levels ends.&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-8726035797224107560?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/8726035797224107560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/8726035797224107560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/8726035797224107560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-807749825455145006</id><published>2010-12-29T03:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T03:14:28.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quoted from GGH</title><content type='html'>Sakuragi was a slacker, always trying to ask girls out but getting constantly rejected.&lt;br /&gt;My life summarised in one sentence, according to ggh. (Y)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-807749825455145006?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/807749825455145006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/quoted-from-ggh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/807749825455145006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/807749825455145006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/quoted-from-ggh.html' title='Quoted from GGH'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-1200404032573470775</id><published>2010-12-29T03:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T03:14:03.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post_content"&gt;                                                                                                                           My job as the one who creates trouble and  practically joking and talking nonsense for every single minute in  school will end tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad to know that I have made an impact in my friends’ lives  mostly in a positive way. To me, it is definitely more memorable than  any other things that happened in school (except when I become top  student, the times when I did stupid things). &lt;br /&gt;Of course, I have  caused some trouble to some people at different time of the year, hope  that they will forget about it. If they don’t forget, then all I can do  is to inject more positive stuffs till its concentration »&amp;gt; unhappy  incidents. Reminds me of chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I have decided not to hate chemistry. If I get owned by  chemistry, that is because I suck. So just work hard should be alright. I  want to get through this crisis. I want to go NS with some classmates  and wreck havoc there. I want to go same course as some of them and  agani wreck havoc there. ( not project management okay). To sum it up, I  am a genius who is positively retarded. This is an ironic paradox which  Ah tan would not understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-1200404032573470775?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/1200404032573470775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-job-as-one-who-creates-trouble-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/1200404032573470775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/1200404032573470775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-job-as-one-who-creates-trouble-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-6734583155747560083</id><published>2010-12-29T03:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T03:13:50.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since my last proper post. Even I get bored coming to my own blog.&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, my friend was telling me about how sad she felt when  the guy she liked left for UK. Then she asked me what did I think the  guy might have felt at that moment. So in order to do that, I had to  place myself in his shoes. It is hard to describe that feeling. Shall  not go into too much detail.&lt;br /&gt;All I can say that, it is hard to say goodbye, especially to the person you really like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-6734583155747560083?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/6734583155747560083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/leaving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/6734583155747560083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/6734583155747560083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/leaving.html' title='Leaving'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-1950793066341294763</id><published>2010-12-29T03:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T03:13:11.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genius</title><content type='html'>As much as I hate to, the time has come for me to put down everything and concentrate on my studies.&lt;br /&gt;It is time to wake up the genius in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-1950793066341294763?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/1950793066341294763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/genius.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/1950793066341294763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/1950793066341294763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/genius.html' title='Genius'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-4187948780483586241</id><published>2010-12-29T03:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T03:12:20.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hatred</title><content type='html'>I hate the junk that they make us study in school.&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for being such a noob in everything.&lt;br /&gt;I hate chemistry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-4187948780483586241?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/4187948780483586241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/hatred.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/4187948780483586241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/4187948780483586241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/hatred.html' title='Hatred'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-1592163422459340921</id><published>2010-12-29T03:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T03:11:39.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoyed</title><content type='html'>Annoyed that some teacher stopped me from going to the parade square 2  minutes before the school bell rings. I swear I was going to run there.&lt;br /&gt;With 2 minutes, I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Run around the school track once&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Run to the train station&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish a plate of food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Yet sadly, 2 minutes is not enough for me to reach the parade square 100m away on time. What to do, I’m such a noob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-1592163422459340921?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/1592163422459340921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/annoyed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/1592163422459340921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/1592163422459340921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/annoyed.html' title='Annoyed'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-4204689678640915913</id><published>2010-12-29T03:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T03:11:09.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confidence</title><content type='html'>I need to boost my confidence.&lt;br /&gt;I am incredibly handsome, extremely humourous and highly intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I want, it cannot escape from me.&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot to say, Chemistry sucks…er..whatever you want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-4204689678640915913?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/4204689678640915913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/confidence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/4204689678640915913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/4204689678640915913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/confidence.html' title='Confidence'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-5770835093221533656</id><published>2010-12-29T03:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T03:10:43.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post_content"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                My results were within my expectation. Nothing much to say about them.&lt;br /&gt;I swear to work harder and aim higher. I know I’ve probably said it a million times, but this time it’ll be different.&lt;br /&gt;And chemistry sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-5770835093221533656?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/5770835093221533656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/5770835093221533656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/5770835093221533656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-3998180198603687305</id><published>2010-12-29T03:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T03:10:23.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Hi, it is quite funny how different people view my blog in different perspectives.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, for people that knows me well, you should know there are only a  few things on my mind right now. Just to make things clear, studies is  one of them okay.(&amp;lt;——- to YR) I do care about studies, just not as  much as what it should be. And I effing hate chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I’m a man of the men. I do want to post manly stuff, but it  is not convenient to post it here. Yeah it’ll be funny, maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;Next, I’m not emo-ing. This is actually how I feel. Shows that I’m sincere about it.(&amp;lt;—- to YR)&lt;br /&gt;Finally, of course I think like how a normal guy thinks. Shall not reveal too much here. (Y)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-3998180198603687305?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/3998180198603687305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/random_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/3998180198603687305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/3998180198603687305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/random_28.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-3020374924997963526</id><published>2010-12-29T03:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T03:09:55.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F word</title><content type='html'>I think that all guys dread the F word. Yes, the word is “friends”.&lt;br /&gt;There must be two conditions to fulfil:&lt;br /&gt;1)&amp;nbsp; It is packaged as “I like you as a friend/ We’re just friends”&lt;br /&gt;2) It must be from the girl that you like.&lt;br /&gt;This dreadful word has brought about many heartaches to all the guys  in the world. Yet, there is only so much that we can do. What a sad  world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-3020374924997963526?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/3020374924997963526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/f-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/3020374924997963526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/3020374924997963526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/f-word.html' title='F word'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-1151264443543560388</id><published>2010-12-29T03:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T03:09:28.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wuss</title><content type='html'>I bumped into an old friend today. He asked me about life and old  friends in school. When I told him that no one was bullying one of our  old friend, he said that, “What the fuck, all the pussies in AJ.”&lt;br /&gt;This made me reflect on myself. I was never a daredevil back in  secondary school. However, we used to do things without thinking of the  consequences. Thinking back, it can be considered daring to a certain  extent. As we mature, we shoulder more responsiblities and this forces  us to act in a certain manner. Yet sometimes I think this is just an  excuse for being such a wuss.&lt;br /&gt;For 2 years I have been a wuss. There are many things that I want to  do but the wuss in me is always holding me back. Being a wuss will not  help me get them. I’m thankful for the support that the cat high guys  and my juniors have given me so far. Its time to be a real cat high guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-1151264443543560388?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/1151264443543560388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/wuss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/1151264443543560388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/1151264443543560388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/wuss.html' title='Wuss'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-3996959000887388403</id><published>2010-12-29T03:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T03:08:01.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate</title><content type='html'>I suddenly thought about fate. &lt;br /&gt;One question that I like to ask people is, “Do you believe in fate?”&lt;br /&gt;Most of the replies would be a yes. &lt;br /&gt;Do  I believe in fate? I often say yes but deep down I wonder if it is more  of a coincidence than fate. At this stage, it is too early to tell if  there is fate. &lt;br /&gt;Give me 5 years and I will tell you about my answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-3996959000887388403?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/3996959000887388403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/fate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/3996959000887388403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/3996959000887388403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/fate.html' title='Fate'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-8533048042827487730</id><published>2010-12-29T03:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T03:07:41.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls and smokers</title><content type='html'>There is a common relation between girls and smokers. According to my  friend’s theory, when girls say something, the general rule is to take  the opposite meaning of it. This is true for ALL cases.&lt;br /&gt;For example,&lt;br /&gt;Situation 1: You ask a girl if she likes you. The girl says no. &lt;br /&gt;Real situation: The girl likes you.&lt;br /&gt;Situation 2: You hear your girlfriend’s stomach growling. You ask if she is hungry. She says yes.&lt;br /&gt;Real situation: She isn’t hungry at all. You probably heard a dog growling.&lt;br /&gt;This trend has been observed with smokers. When they light their  first stick, they say that they will not get hooked on it. When you meet  them a week later, they have evolved into chain smokers. The main point  is, stop them before their first stick. If they say they are not  addicted, they are. &lt;br /&gt;And don’t ever try to understand girls, you can’t. ( quoted from Mr. Herd)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-8533048042827487730?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/8533048042827487730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/girls-and-smokers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/8533048042827487730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/8533048042827487730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/girls-and-smokers.html' title='Girls and smokers'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-8709780000988401350</id><published>2010-12-29T03:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T03:07:15.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two kinds of happy people</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I’m not exactly sure but I feel that there are two kinds of happy people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The first is the kind who looks happy on the surface. It is  almost impossible to tell but deep down he has alot of unhappiness. It  depends on who he is with that he will show his happiness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The second is the kind who is genuinely happy. They do not have to make any effort and it is observable 24/7.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is done based on information and observations about some  happy people I’ve encountered. So it is not very complete. Plus I not  feeling happy that I have 40+ days to A levels so no mood to analyse too  deeply.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-8709780000988401350?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/8709780000988401350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/two-kinds-of-happy-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/8709780000988401350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/8709780000988401350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/two-kinds-of-happy-people.html' title='Two kinds of happy people'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-8006082011399767671</id><published>2010-12-29T03:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T03:06:55.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I think there is a serious problem with my attitude.&lt;/b&gt;  Most probably it is caused by the school. Firstly, I’m quite used to  failing tests because I don’t give a shit about them. Tests are for  annoying you. When it comes to major exam I would panic and study a  little bit harder. However, since the start of JC, I have been failing  quite badly and yet I have no motivation to study even for major exams.&lt;br /&gt;Just this morning, I had paper 2 for math. When I saw the paper, I  did not feel like doing. Plus it was tough to even attempt to think of a  solution. So I just wrote some solutions which I know had more  probability of being wrong. Yet I don’t give a shit. Is it me or is  this&amp;nbsp; happening to everyone? Apparently I was the only one in the hall  who was relaxing throughout. Life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I should just live the next 200 years of my life on some beach where my attitude will help me to shine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-8006082011399767671?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/8006082011399767671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/attitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/8006082011399767671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/8006082011399767671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/attitude.html' title='Attitude'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-7899281192626794085</id><published>2010-12-29T03:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T03:06:18.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life after death</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;It seems like a weird timing to post this now but I’m bored  from ATTEMPTING to study for the Mathematics paper tomorrow. So when I  saw my fats I decided I would plan about what I would do after A levels.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Firstly, I would go exercise everyday. Play basketball with  class, go Ngee Ann and crash their volleyball training, swim and go gym.  So even if I cannot grow taller, I can have tight solid abs. Yeah TTK, I  swear I will be 10x more goodlooking than now.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Next, I would go and find a job. I want to earn enough money for me to buy stuff that I have always wanted. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And finally, maybe I should mug abit, just in case the worst thing happens to me. Then I would be able to have a headstart.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-7899281192626794085?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/7899281192626794085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/life-after-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/7899281192626794085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/7899281192626794085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/life-after-death.html' title='Life after death'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-2913987968487543837</id><published>2010-12-29T03:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T03:05:31.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post_content"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                &lt;strong&gt;I was thinking back on my life and I realised I really hate people controlling me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-2913987968487543837?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/2913987968487543837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/2913987968487543837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/2913987968487543837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2010/12/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-2784581022585188546</id><published>2009-10-19T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:10.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It has been a long time since I have posted something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alright, time for an update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The J2s have officially graduated. I feel kind of sad for some reason. At the same time, I feel like a wuss for not doing anything. Afterall, its the last day, will never see them again. Life sucks. Maybe this was how xxx felt all along, finally understood that kind of feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I kind of miss my long hair....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-2784581022585188546?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/2784581022585188546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-has-been-long-time-since-i-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/2784581022585188546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/2784581022585188546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-has-been-long-time-since-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-9072358785453405738</id><published>2009-05-31T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:10.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holidays have finally arrived. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plans for holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MUG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rush Project Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Go Sentosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grow long hair. ( One term has passed and my fringe is just touching my eyebrows)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-9072358785453405738?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/9072358785453405738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2009/05/holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/9072358785453405738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/9072358785453405738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2009/05/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-7007772588638152832</id><published>2009-05-30T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:10.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AJ can be fun</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a darn exciting day. It made me remember those days when I kept doing stupid stuff. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;The guys were playing volleyball at the basketball court when Nicholas hit the ball too hard, causing the ball to fly out of the school. Unfortunately, it landed in the canal. We could only watch as the ball floated on the water. I wanted to go out and take the ball but the rest don't really support the idea. Luckily, Qilin persuaded the few of us to proceed with the plan. So Weikeong, Qilin, Zhengwei and I ran out of the school. It happened to be 12.15pm so we could go out without any trouble. Upon reaching the canal stairs, Zhengwei ran down the stairs to take the ball. He almost fell into the dirty water while jumping across it. We took the dirty ball and sprinted all the way back to the class. Finally saw the other side of the guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-7007772588638152832?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/7007772588638152832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2009/05/aj-can-be-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/7007772588638152832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/7007772588638152832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2009/05/aj-can-be-fun.html' title='AJ can be fun'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-7542475464336321620</id><published>2009-05-11T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:10.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Due to popular demands, I've decided to update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;5th April&lt;br /&gt;AJC held its 25th anniversary homecoming carnival. I had to report early to participate in the 25km run. Met up with Yongkang to go school and saw that the run had already started. Well, it was not our turn yet. Went into school to meet up with Ervin, Zhekuan and Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.25 am&lt;/span&gt; - Our turn to run. Boarded the bus which took us to our starting point. Although we had to run 2km, somehow it wasn't tiring at all. After running, we went back to school to help out at our stall. Since our stall was in the hall, there wasn't as much visitors. It was quite boring. A few friends came to find me. Friends like Zipeng, Adeline, Tiewtian etc. Bumped into Esther and some ex cat high people. Zipeng kept asking me to bring him around, but I could not as I had to do my duty. So, sorry to zipeng and adeline for I promised to bring them around but did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.00pm&lt;/span&gt; - After the carnival, we had bbq at east coast. Initially it was at east coast park, but the rain forced us to hold it at some estate. We caused quite a din till late into the night. YongKang, Joann and me took bus back home. Yongkang came over to my house to sleepover. Went to study the next week with Joann at mac, did not really had the mood to study then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th May&lt;br /&gt;Went to celebrate Esther's birthday. I woke up late that day. So went to meet Zipeng at around 1.30 pm. We went to amk hub to get present for her. Then rushed all the way to Macritchie reservoir. Had to chase after the bus while wearing slippers. As we were late, the rest had already gone up the trail. So we planned to meet at the treetop walk. The weather was so hot that I had no choice but to take off my shirt. The trail seemed never-ending. Finally after &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;an hour&lt;/span&gt;, we managed to get to the top. I expected to see a restaurant or some decent resting place, but all I saw was a bridge(treetop walk). Managed to catch up with them though. They were surprised to see me topless and Meiyan kept taking pictures of me. After walking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 minutes &lt;/span&gt;on the bridge, we headed downhill.&lt;br /&gt;Headed to junction 8 where we had pizza and chicken rice. Next, we went to esther's house to eat the cake. Caught the second last train home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-7542475464336321620?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/7542475464336321620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2009/05/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/7542475464336321620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/7542475464336321620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2009/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-6008973848513266658</id><published>2009-03-22T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:10.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Due to popular demand, I have decided to update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I have gotten a new hair cut. Junda said I look like a monk, Tze Kiat said I look like a convict while Joann said something about prison break gimmick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IRriO-3npug/ScUkH92VexI/AAAAAAAAAFY/_El8BvY0x0E/s1600-h/Photo0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315694654460885778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IRriO-3npug/ScUkH92VexI/AAAAAAAAAFY/_El8BvY0x0E/s320/Photo0206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see everyone's reaction on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I still have tonnes of homework left. And I am trying hard to finish rushing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-6008973848513266658?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/6008973848513266658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2009/03/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/6008973848513266658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/6008973848513266658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2009/03/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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/_IRriO-3npug/ScUkH92VexI/AAAAAAAAAFY/_El8BvY0x0E/s72-c/Photo0206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808389419122587807.post-7568696804386004367</id><published>2009-03-16T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:10.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing much to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, this holiday I have lots of tutorials to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to get new hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to mug like some animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, AJC Family Day is on 5th of april.  My class is probably going to do some 'interesting' stall. Though I want a t-------- car wash, donut stall, ----sing game stall. I WANT TO DO SOMETHING CRAZY ON THAT DAY! Anyone want to join?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I went to YJC for their feista on Saturday. Saw quite a number of familiar faces. And Shawn had so much fun spraying water at me. I want a sweet revenge when he comes to AJ. There were nothing particulately interesting at YJC. Except they have much hotter J1s there.&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/7808389419122587807-7568696804386004367?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/7568696804386004367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2009/03/update_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/7568696804386004367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/7568696804386004367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2009/03/update_16.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-6504511405658600169</id><published>2009-03-06T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:10.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Due to popular demands, I have decided to update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life...is stressful in AJC.&lt;br /&gt;No time to watch tv. 3 projects in a week. Lecturers going at super sonic speed. Boring lessons making me drowsy. Tonnes of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tough&lt;/span&gt; tutorials to complete, burning up my weekends. Lessons ending super late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking on the brighter side.&lt;br /&gt;Fun with class peeps daily. Looking at pretty gals. Jogging on track in wall formation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The end-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-6504511405658600169?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/6504511405658600169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2009/03/update_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/6504511405658600169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/6504511405658600169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2009/03/update_05.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-2069258903476047074</id><published>2009-02-21T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:10.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movy Fest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday was Movy Fest day. The outing with OG was extremely fun. How fun was it?&lt;br /&gt;We camwhored inside the cinema when no phototaking was allowed. Soon, everyone in the cinema began doing the same. Then we decided to do a cheer inside the cinema. By the way, we went to watch The Curious Case of Benjamin Buttons at Shaw House. And throughout the movie yangru kept talking nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;After the show, we went to Cineleisure to have our dinner. I borrowed yangru's arm sling and did some retarded stuff. And I got stared at by some ah bengs.&lt;br /&gt;Neoprints taking was after dinner. We had tonnes of fun doing dumb poses. editing the pictures etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;The end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-2069258903476047074?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/2069258903476047074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2009/02/movy-fest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/2069258903476047074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/2069258903476047074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2009/02/movy-fest.html' title='Movy Fest'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-5714713876322321248</id><published>2009-02-16T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:10.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Due to popular demands, I have decided to update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Orientation week was a blast. I miss orientation. Miss doing the cheers and lousy dances, and of course, the games and bonding sessions. Not forgetting the OGLS!&lt;br /&gt;So basically now we are having mass lectures daily. And there are lots of homework to do. Thankfully, I am in an OG with many interesting people. We have many corrupted people, retards, morons etc.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IRriO-3npug/SZlYfQwFIlI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/i9xWG7YXCAA/s1600-h/IMG_0761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IRriO-3npug/SZlYfQwFIlI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/i9xWG7YXCAA/s320/IMG_0761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303367330301289042" 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/7808389419122587807-5714713876322321248?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/5714713876322321248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2009/02/og.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/5714713876322321248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/5714713876322321248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2009/02/og.html' title='OG'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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/_IRriO-3npug/SZlYfQwFIlI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/i9xWG7YXCAA/s72-c/IMG_0761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808389419122587807.post-3595416216313893216</id><published>2009-02-07T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:10.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JC</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since I have updated this blog. SO I shall do it now.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I got 9 points for L1R5 and have been posted Anderson Junior College. Jc life is extremely different from secondary school life. Whats different? I am too lazy to state them.&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure, the j2s are SUPPPPERRRR HOT! BURNS ME UP! My senior was saying how he should close his eyes in front of the j1s lest he pollute his eyes. Not that j1s are not hot but they just pale in comparison. Alright shall update soon. Oh by the way, we had matriculation for the first week but orientation is next week! Let the fun begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-3595416216313893216?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/3595416216313893216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2009/02/jc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/3595416216313893216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/3595416216313893216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2009/02/jc.html' title='JC'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-3210688044620770353</id><published>2009-01-03T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:10.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas eve: Went out with Adeline on that day. She carried a bag filled with holiday assignments and I was supposed to help her with it. And her bag was so cute, there was two large eyes on the back of the backpack. Yeah, seems weird since...nevermind. Then I suggested watching a movie which she agreed readily, was which so unexpected. So we went to watch Ip man at the Cathay. It was better than I have expected. Glad that both of us enjoyed it. After the movie she went for her dinner while I just hung around with Sebastain and the rest. Yeah I know, a weird ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New year eve: Had to work on that day. Well I don't mind since I had nothing on. A pleasant surprise, there was no work left to do so everyone could go off early. Went home to rest and went out with Say wei and the rest at night. Went to squat near esplanade to wait for fireworks. And hell, the foreign talents were such a nuisance. Shouting like theres no tomorrow. Well, ignoring that, the fireworks were really pretty. Well, start of a new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Class chalet: Had 4-4 class chalet yesterday. Well, not many people turned up, since the location was not very convenient. A surprise to see Yong there. He was doing bbq for the class, alone. Nothing much happened. Basically everyone was busy eating and talking about how efficient yong was. And I was complaining about the chicken wing which had lots of blood on it. I supposed we talked a little too loud, since yong had this pissed-off look. Hmmm, when yong left, I went to do the bbq with samuel. I placed lots of charcoal and firestarters. Then the flame got really really big and burned all the food. Everyone was busy fanning the fire, which caused it to be even bigger. Then melvin pour orange juice on it and saved the day. So I attempted to bbq again. This time kee ern and shawn was playing with sparklers. Suddenly, this sparkler flew through my hair. That shawn went to throw his sparkler and it happened to fly in my direction. So I made a lot of noise about it while everyone was laughing. Thankfully it missed my head. Initially, we wanted to go OCH but dropped the plan as only 3 people were willing to go. So Kee ern, shawn, perry and I cycled around. Since there were only 3 bikes, perry and I shared a bike and I had to pedal like mad. And shawn asked perry to trust me. Then I was saying that he only say this when there are difficult things to do. So we went on to have a little adventure near Red house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back at the chalet, there was nothing much to do. Everyone was playing poker cards. So I played till 5 plus and left the chalet with shuyi and sebastain for home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**Forgot to include: I went to fetch shawn since he didn't know the way to the chalet. Then we went to buy drinks at cheers. So both of us took 2 bottles each and went to pay. At the counter, the 2 cashier completely ignored my presence and kept talking to each other. After like 3 minutes, they realized that I was there and served me. After I left, they enthusiastically waved their hands and greeted the next customers.&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/7808389419122587807-3210688044620770353?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/3210688044620770353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2009/01/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/3210688044620770353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/3210688044620770353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2009/01/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-5007921431916331932</id><published>2008-12-22T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:10.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This post is still about work. Yesterday I just went with lynn to jurong to 'work'. That pig complained so much about me in her blog, but did not say I helped her to carry bag, find direction etc etc. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today was boring and tiring as usual. During lunch, lynn and her mom was chatting about this 6A girl. So I got curious and asked who it was. It was someone called k...something something. Cannot really remember. Anyway while I was thinking, lynn's mom asked lynn not to bother telling me about not so pretty gals as I would not remember them. So damaging to my reputation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;End of post.&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/7808389419122587807-5007921431916331932?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/5007921431916331932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/12/work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/5007921431916331932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/5007921431916331932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/12/work.html' title='work'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-6135348061716527604</id><published>2008-12-17T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:10.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Due to overwhelming demand, I have decided to update my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Went to work today. Extremely tired because I only slept for 2 hours. The job was easy but mentally straining. Fortunately enough Lynn was there to talk nonsense with me. Talked about our favourite subject. So much that people complained about us. Oh, and there was also a pretty gal with us. Anyway, I have decided not to complain. What more can I ask for right. And because of Lynn, her mom has this impression that I am there to woo gals instead of working. Alright. End of post. &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/7808389419122587807-6135348061716527604?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/6135348061716527604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/12/due-to-overwhelming-demand-i-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/6135348061716527604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/6135348061716527604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/12/due-to-overwhelming-demand-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-6976623811427815003</id><published>2008-12-03T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:10.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nanyang Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay, this post is about a trip to Nanyang Girls to attend their fiesta.&lt;br /&gt;That was about 2 years ago, when we were young or rather when we were in secondary 2. It was a Saturday morning and Catholic High was having her 'Homecoming'. So the modern dance people were in charge of the Haunted House. That was not the main point. At around 12pm, Kai Sheng, Shawn and I sneaked off when we were all supposed to clean up the studio. Apparently, Nanyang Girls were also having an event. So we rushed to the taxi stand and JUMPED into a cab. We closed the door and adjusted ourselves to a comfortable position.&lt;br /&gt;Kaisheng: Uncle, Nanyang Girls.&lt;br /&gt;Taxi-Driver: Uh eh Uh eh Uh eh, Where is it ah?&lt;br /&gt;Kaisheng: There! Bukit Batok blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;Taxi-Driver: Uh eh Uh eh Uh, dunno.&lt;br /&gt;(We jumped out of the cab and jumped into the cab behind)&lt;br /&gt;******Same incident happened*******&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the third cab was able to brought us to our destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the three of us just walked around and looked at pretty girls. As the fiesta was about to end, the three of us decided to play this game whereby we could throw water balloons at the girls. You see, there were 2 girls for us to throw at, but somehow all of us kept aiming at the prettier girl.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, we kept missing our target. So we took the buckets of water and splashed at them. Yeah I know its very mean. However, the girls retaliated by doing the same to us. Not wanting to wet ourselves, we tried our best to dodge them. Those who know me know that I am quite good at running away. So I ran as fast as I could. I stopped and turned back. I saw one of the girls attempting to splash water at me. I tried to dodge again. But this time my head smashed into a metal bar. So in the end I had a bump on my head and was drenched. Must have been an extremely funny sight judging from the fact that everybody laughed  at me. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-6976623811427815003?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/6976623811427815003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/12/nanyang-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/6976623811427815003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/6976623811427815003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/12/nanyang-girls.html' title='Nanyang Girls'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-7227279331407343816</id><published>2008-12-02T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:10.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The approaching new year reminded me of something horrible.&lt;br /&gt;It happened on the last day of 2007. I was going to meet Lynn to study at Bishan library. Since I went out early, I thought that might as well have a haircut since the shop was so near. So I went to cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;A wrong decision.&lt;br /&gt;I told the lady, just shorten the top and leave my fringe,back and sideburns alone. She nodded her head. However, the first thing she did was to cut my sideburns. You know the feeling, suddenly so cooling at the sideburns area. Okay, since I always get my sideburns snipped off, I did not make a fuss.&lt;br /&gt;So I just went to Bishan library to meet Lynn. I could not go home, even though I really wanted to. The first thing that Lynn did when she saw me was to laugh. As I had been tanning during the holidays, there was this white patch on the area where my sideburns used to be. So we went up to find a place. Then there was this stupid guy who jerked back in shock when he saw me, made me so embarrassed. We hurried down to the cafe.&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to go Khatib mac to study, since Lynn had to go home early. So we boarded the train. It was at Yio Chu Kang station or Ang Mo Kio station when the train was going to stop. Then this stupid guy saw me and gave me that shocked look. And all these while Lynn had so much fun laughing at me. Plus I gave the countdown a miss because of my hair.&lt;br /&gt;End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-7227279331407343816?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/7227279331407343816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/12/haircut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/7227279331407343816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/7227279331407343816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/12/haircut.html' title='Haircut'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-2516198000050820747</id><published>2008-11-30T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:10.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exclusive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Due to popular demands, I have decided to write this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Year one in Catholic High,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shuyi brought his PE shirt up to the calligraphy room. Someone poured the 'mo shui' into the plastic bag containing his shirt. Shuyi complained to the teacher and the whole class had to stay back to memorise 'San Zhi Jin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I strongly suspect that Shuyi accidently poured the 'mo shui' into the bag and pushed the blame to us. And we offered to buy him a new shirt but to no avail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHA, sorry shuyi, not targeting you. But this incident is a really must write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Year two,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SORRY SHUYI, but its about you again. If I remembered correctly, that was a period when we had the 'Manga craze'. Shuyi had this collection of Manga which he kept in his locker. So almost everyone borrowed the books from him and read them during lessons time. Unfortunately, Shanwei was caught reading the book by Mrs Pang during Geography lesson. So the book was confiscated and placed on the teacher's table. Brave Boxian took away the book when Mrs Pang was not paying attention. However, she only realised the book was missing only when lesson ended. So she demanded that the culprit own up and all those stuff. Of course no one owned up. So the whole class had to stand outside the staff room. I still remember opening the unused locker and the book fell out and I was scolded by the rest of the people.&lt;br /&gt;While we were waiting for the Chairman to search the class, Edward Khoo came by and happened to open the Manga. As for what was inside the Manga, I cannot reveal anything. However, for some unknown reason Shuyi went home ahead of us while we continued to be 'punished'. Actually we were just sitting on the steps and critisizing someone. Some were even lying down. So the book was finally found. How was it found? Shuyi just went to the locker and took out the book. I must have threw the book too deep inside the locker (the locker was filled with rubbish) thus the Chairman must have missed it. So we were let off, but the culprit was never caught. And well, Shuyi never brought the books to school again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident 2: Well, we had this mean science teacher called Mrs Tan blah blah. She focused more on punishing the class instead of teaching us. Skip to the main point. There was this super funny laboratory lesson. As usual, Mrs Tan asked us to do this and that AND NOT TO BREAK ANY THINGS. Right after she said that, Albert broke a test tube. If I remember correctly, Lawrence stuck a splint into the hole of the Bunsen burner. What a funny sight! And for some unknown reason, at least 5 test tubes and beaker were broken that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident 3,&lt;br /&gt;We were having some lesson which I cannot really remember. Must have been a very boring lesson. All of us were seated on the floor. So Lawrence, Bingqiang, Albert and a few others began to dig a hole in the ground. The tools were a pencil and some metal thing. Unfortunately they were caught . The next day Julian Teo came in to scold us, and Albert almost punched him in the face. Punishment for them was detention for 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year three,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much during that year. Seriously Upper secondary life is very different from lower secondary life. I still remember that the 2-8 people had a shock during the first few days. The class was so quiet when there was no teacher in the class. If that was 2-8, we would either be having 'Taupok sessions' or just fighting in class. One interesting event was when we had a filing session for Chinese work. Because many people had files that were ridiculously thin, Shan Wei and I were laughing our head off. Plus Bobby Yong had an expression which was so darn funny. However, something got into him and he took us down to the staff room. Then he threatened us as if wanting to beat us up. And it did not helped that Edmund Yong was drinking fruit juice at the Grandstand and staring at .... , it made us laugh even harder. So we were let off with a warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year four,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened this year. Maybe the regular pumping session during Lawrence Tan session? Everyone was lying down when we were supposed to be in pumping position. Secondary four life is so so boring. Maybe except during graduation night. One more thing, the Chief Presiding Examiner was so funny. He was more interested in checking the alignment of our tables rather than more important stuffs. And the important notice before every paper was such a bore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many more interesting events. Will post them someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-2516198000050820747?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/2516198000050820747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/11/exclusive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/2516198000050820747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/2516198000050820747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/11/exclusive.html' title='Exclusive'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-1695509594786379622</id><published>2008-11-28T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:14.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catholic High</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;Due to popular demands, I have decided to write this post.&lt;br /&gt;Year one in Catholic High,&lt;br /&gt;Shuyi brought his PE shirt up to the calligraphy room. Someone poured the 'mo shui' into the plastic bag containing his shirt. Shuyi complained to the teacher and the whole class had to stay back to memorise 'San Zhi Jin'.&lt;br /&gt;I strongly suspect that Shuyi accidently poured the 'mo shui' into the bag and pushed the blame to us. And we offered to buy him a new shirt but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, sorry shuyi, not targeting you. But this incident is a really must write.&lt;br /&gt;Year two,&lt;br /&gt;SORRY SHUYI, but its about you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-1695509594786379622?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/1695509594786379622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/11/catholic-high.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/1695509594786379622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/1695509594786379622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/11/catholic-high.html' title='Catholic High'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-849609596572282484</id><published>2008-11-19T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:10.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Presenting hunks of Catholich High 4-4'08. Credits to Shawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a fruitful taupok session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IRriO-3npug/SSMEPUpYsmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3Tde8iV6pUA/s1600-h/n722753612_1131919_2865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IRriO-3npug/SSMEPUpYsmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3Tde8iV6pUA/s320/n722753612_1131919_2865.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270060650240455266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shawn, me, Josiah, Shuyi, Darryn(top)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IRriO-3npug/SSMEPP_dtCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/bXrhKiwJvBU/s1600-h/n722753612_1131918_2793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IRriO-3npug/SSMEPP_dtCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/bXrhKiwJvBU/s320/n722753612_1131918_2793.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270060648990880802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shawn and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IRriO-3npug/SSMEO0LwmGI/AAAAAAAAADs/gb2HeyoxY7E/s1600-h/n722753612_1131892_3527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IRriO-3npug/SSMEO0LwmGI/AAAAAAAAADs/gb2HeyoxY7E/s320/n722753612_1131892_3527.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270060641526257762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Class Picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IRriO-3npug/SSMEOm42FHI/AAAAAAAAADk/XW21oHnLiDA/s1600-h/n722753612_1131885_8625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IRriO-3npug/SSMEOm42FHI/AAAAAAAAADk/XW21oHnLiDA/s320/n722753612_1131885_8625.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270060637957264498" 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/7808389419122587807-849609596572282484?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/849609596572282484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/849609596572282484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/849609596572282484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-pictures.html' title='More pictures'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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/_IRriO-3npug/SSMEPUpYsmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3Tde8iV6pUA/s72-c/n722753612_1131919_2865.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808389419122587807.post-9065772669923286898</id><published>2008-11-15T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:10.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What should I say. Catholic High had its graduat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ion night at Marina Mandarin. By the way, the theme was "A Night Of Stars".  I went with Say Wei and friends. We walked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; a big round around the area before finding the hotel. It was located inside Marina Square. So we were 30 min late. Jiayong and frien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ds were kind enough to help me reserve a seat though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, we received a door gift, consisting of Reader Digest, 2 facial wash, a snack, Gatsby deodorant, Hersheys choclate and Eng Wah discount coupons. The food was quite delicious, but I only had a plateful since getting the food was like getting clothes at a sale. Did I mention that the ticket price was 75 dollars?  There were events like Mr Mambo, movie guessing, song guessing etc. Of course, our very own taupok sessions (with Kevin as the victim). Then it was picture taking time! Took lots of picture, but not with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my camera. Most pictures in Shawn's and Aaron's camera. So I shall upload the few pictures that I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have now.                                                                                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Me and Lian-jie. Shawn and Shanwei in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IRriO-3npug/SR7RoYEnCTI/AAAAAAAAADc/MPa_JOvLd74/s1600-h/n545517402_962337_8589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IRriO-3npug/SR7RoYEnCTI/AAAAAAAAADc/MPa_JOvLd74/s320/n545517402_962337_8589.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268879105656817970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me, Jiechou, Warren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IRriO-3npug/SR7RnhGymEI/AAAAAAAAADM/wqwEoZo0yTo/s1600-h/n545517402_962316_3794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IRriO-3npug/SR7RnhGymEI/AAAAAAAAADM/wqwEoZo0yTo/s320/n545517402_962316_3794.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268879090902014018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samuel and Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IRriO-3npug/SR7RoEnyoCI/AAAAAAAAADU/BXdgxCztxLY/s1600-h/n545517402_962317_4803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IRriO-3npug/SR7RoEnyoCI/AAAAAAAAADU/BXdgxCztxLY/s320/n545517402_962317_4803.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268879100435669026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me and JieChou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IRriO-3npug/SR7RnRRob5I/AAAAAAAAADE/URsDYX6tEX8/s1600-h/n545517402_962278_3090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IRriO-3npug/SR7RnRRob5I/AAAAAAAAADE/URsDYX6tEX8/s320/n545517402_962278_3090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268879086652518290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IRriO-3npug/SR7QjYsPBCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pAJN40B98cA/s1600-h/n545517402_962337_8589.jpg"&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/7808389419122587807-9065772669923286898?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/9065772669923286898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/11/graduation-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/9065772669923286898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/9065772669923286898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/11/graduation-night.html' title='Graduation Night'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IRriO-3npug/SR7RoYEnCTI/AAAAAAAAADc/MPa_JOvLd74/s72-c/n545517402_962337_8589.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808389419122587807.post-6538157145442191405</id><published>2008-11-08T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:10.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to movie with Zipeng, TiewTian and her cousin. Watched the Quantum of Solace. Well, its nice.&lt;br /&gt;2 more papers to end of O'Levels, but i'm already in the slacking mood.&lt;br /&gt;Shall study now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-6538157145442191405?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/6538157145442191405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/11/went-to-movie-with-zipeng-tiewtian-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/6538157145442191405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/6538157145442191405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/11/went-to-movie-with-zipeng-tiewtian-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-2032135116147269396</id><published>2008-10-12T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:10.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;                                                Officially Graduated from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                    Catholic High School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-2032135116147269396?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/2032135116147269396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/10/graduation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/2032135116147269396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/2032135116147269396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/10/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-6251299431365892944</id><published>2008-10-12T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:14.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                              Officially graduated from&lt;br /&gt;                                 Catholic High School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-6251299431365892944?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/6251299431365892944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/10/graduation_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/6251299431365892944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/6251299431365892944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/10/graduation_12.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-7104432050682892231</id><published>2008-08-10T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:10.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9/10/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;    Its a saturday morning. A very long weekend ahead. Wanted to go play basketball with fellow schoolmates but overslept, can't believe it. So sorry about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;     So I packed my beach stuffs and met up with Hongyee, Wanjing and Zipeng at Vivocity. The main purpose of the trip is to celebrate Hongyee's 14th birthday and sort of celebrate mine too, since mine is on the next day. Guess what they got me as a gift? A bright yellow boxer. As requested, at the beach tram station, I held it high up in the air. According to them a lot of aunties were staring at me. Well, since it is me, the reaction is expected. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;     We played volleyball for quite a while, did some stupid things like running around waving my shirt and burying zipeng in the sand. This will be so memorable to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;     Afterwhich, we went to Vivocity. Had Carl's Junior which I finished in 4 mintues? Then went to Toys "R" us to fool around. We took train to Punggol and took bus 85 back home. Reached home at 11 plus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hope you had fun today, HongYee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-7104432050682892231?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/7104432050682892231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/08/91008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/7104432050682892231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/7104432050682892231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/08/91008.html' title='9/10/08'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-4861379507744797168</id><published>2008-07-20T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:10.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHMA</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was 19th July 2008. On 19th July 2008,  Catholic High held its CHMA from 7.30 to 10++.&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, I went there with Zipeng and Adeline. It was really tough asking Adeline out, took me like 2 long weeks. Okay nevermind, I'm a determined guy. It was my first time attending CHMA in my four years in Catholic High. Not bad. The lighting was excellent. About the performances, hmmm, not too bad. Overall, it was quite a fun night. For people who didn't go, TOO BAD! (shermaine) You all can stay home and watch 'Alexander' on channel 5 or do your homework or just maple.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Junwen and gang kept disturbing Zipeng. Asking him for marriage etc. Then Zipeng said for the first time he didn't feel safe and his heart was beating very fast. HAHA. I was laughing my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;Then after that we went Macs to eat, or rather I ate at macs with them watching me. Then it was home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, we walked home with Adeline and I guess I missed the last train. I tried to walk home but was too lazy. So the only solution was to cab home i guess. And guess what. When I reached home there was 15 missed calls. Sigh... I don't want to talk about the rest of the event.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-4861379507744797168?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/4861379507744797168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/07/chma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/4861379507744797168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/4861379507744797168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/07/chma.html' title='CHMA'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-3422441748298319472</id><published>2008-07-02T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:10.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Catholic High School Fiesta on Saturday (5th July 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time:Around 9a.m - 2 p.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: School Plaza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7808389419122587807-3422441748298319472?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/3422441748298319472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/07/catholic-high-school-fiesta-on-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/3422441748298319472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/3422441748298319472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/07/catholic-high-school-fiesta-on-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-6285022187105997003</id><published>2008-07-01T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:00.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, I've passed the unofficial haircheck, and there may not be an official one till week 7. WAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, O'level is 3 months away. And my Prelim results are like shit now.&lt;br /&gt;English - Most probably D7&lt;br /&gt;Maths - A2&lt;br /&gt;Additional Maths - A2&lt;br /&gt;Chinese - A2 ( but doesn't matter much)&lt;br /&gt;Social studies - Probably C6&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry - Probably D7&lt;br /&gt;Physics - Probably C6&lt;br /&gt;History - A1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMG. These are really shit results. I've decided to study harder, you all have heard me!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, finished my ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-6285022187105997003?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/6285022187105997003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/07/yes-ive-passed-unofficial-haircheck-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/6285022187105997003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/6285022187105997003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/07/yes-ive-passed-unofficial-haircheck-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-8786203337225476274</id><published>2008-06-29T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:00.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Few days ago, I went to Tampines with lzp. Nevermind that the bus trip took an hour plus and the little malay girl on board cried nearly throughout the trip, the real focus is on lzp part. So we went to meet his cousin and just hung around the mall. Then we went home. So while waiting for the bus at the interchange, lzp decided to sit on the railing. He jumped up and attempted to step on the railing in front to help him up. But he MISSED and KICKED an aunty's BUTT instead. Then the aunty shot him a dirty look like saying " what the hell is your problem". I laughed throughout the whole trip back. HAHA, RETARDED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I had my chinese oral last friday, and I got owned by the conversation topic. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;School is starting tomorrow for me, Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;Results coming out tomorrow, Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;O' level coming soon, Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;HAIR CHECK NEXT WEEK, SIGH....!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-8786203337225476274?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/8786203337225476274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/06/few-days-ago-i-went-to-tampines-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/8786203337225476274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/8786203337225476274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/06/few-days-ago-i-went-to-tampines-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-2600041211469819580</id><published>2008-05-22T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:00.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shermaine</title><content type='html'>Okay this shall be a post filled with rubbish. Including the main character, which I shall not say who is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, Shermaine is a very nice gal,  unless you piss her off . If you ever have the guts to piss her off, this is a list of what you will get. Watch it young punk, you will be punched like there is no tomorrow, your shirt or uniform will be shredded like as if you have just been attacked by a tiger, sorry WILL not be accepted, if you get arrested for crimes committed, will a mere sorry clear you of all charges. The answer is NO! So do not expect any mercy from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you do not piss her off, if she do not like your face, you should gladly accept a punch from her or a tight slap on your back. Do not complain, my boy. For she has every right to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are eating dinner with her, you should pay for her meal. For it is your responsibility to serve Her Highness. Let her order what she wants, DON'T you Dare to even save a cent. She expects your wallet to be empty at the end of the day. If it is not empty, you should be ready to empty your wallet and give her your money. Do not call her a loanshark, for she is not one.&lt;br /&gt;If the authorities confiscate your assets, do you think you can not give them your assets? Thats right, she is that powerful. So behold the almighty MS LAU BOON KUAN SHERMAINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...if you can turn a blind eye to all these, she is actually a very nice gal. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-2600041211469819580?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/2600041211469819580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/05/shermaine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/2600041211469819580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/2600041211469819580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/05/shermaine.html' title='Shermaine'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-2545898983585538944</id><published>2008-05-22T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:00.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shermaine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-2545898983585538944?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/2545898983585538944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/05/shermaine_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/2545898983585538944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/2545898983585538944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/05/shermaine_22.html' title='Shermaine'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-8447316465412173682</id><published>2008-05-22T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:00.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New post</title><content type='html'>Okay, I have decided to post a new post. Because apparently a crazy person keep laughing at the same thing over and over again. As a good citizen, I must do my best to help her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I really cannot understand. This beetle kept flying into my house. And sometimes I go topless in the house, then this bug kept flying near me, made me feel very insecure. You know what I mean right? Okay, then I got really pissed. I grabbed a copy of "Today" newspaper and gave it one tight slap. Then I threw it out of the window. And guess what. The next day, I was sitting at the exact spot with my shirt on, then the same bugger came in to disturb me. Okay, that was it. I captured it in this plastic cup. Awhile later, another bugger came in. Whats up with all these bugs attacking topless people?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, as most sec 4 student realize by now, its only a few more days to chinese o'level. And we are having intensive chinese remedial daily. So my teachers were like telling us they were spotting question. Not too bad, they managed to spot around 20 plus to 30 question. Anyway, I have been going around telling people, " If I don't get A1 for chinese, I will cut your hair for you for free/ matchmake you with someone etc." So I will get A1. And I remembered telling Shawn this, if I get A1 for chinese, I will go after whichever gal. Sigh, but its alright. The A1 is worth fulfilling the promise. But then again, ain't promises meant to be broken ? WAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-8447316465412173682?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/8447316465412173682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/8447316465412173682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/8447316465412173682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-post.html' title='New post'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-3640288301316777715</id><published>2008-04-09T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:00.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing much has happened to me recently, except for some small stuff, like bird's dropping falling on my face and hands. It was really scary. One moment I was talking to shawn and kai sheng about some stuff, the next I felt some liquid falling on my face. I looked up to see if it was raining. As it dawned upon me that it could be bird's dropping , a little white substance fell onto my hand. I guess you know what is it. I wiped it off so hard that my hand turned red. I went to Junction 8's toilet and washed my hand twice with soap. But the stink still remained there!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moral of the story, getting hit by bird shit is the worst thing that can happen to you after school, so much for the story that getting hit by bird's dropping is considered a lucky sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minute before I typed this entry, a beetle flew into my house and landed on my hair, and never flew off! I tried blowing it off with a hair dyer ( yes, I tried this dumb method) but it still remaine there till I flicked it off. Whats up with all these bird and insect nowadays? Weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see...what else can I blog about. Nothing much to talk about, so next time then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-3640288301316777715?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/3640288301316777715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/04/nothing-much-has-happened-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/3640288301316777715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/3640288301316777715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/04/nothing-much-has-happened-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-5886698409779582310</id><published>2008-03-25T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:00.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since I have updated my blog. I only realized about blogging when my mei asked me for the url.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have gotten 2 meis out of the blue, and I became a jie.&lt;br /&gt;Its quite a long story, and I do not feel like talking about it. Not that I do not like it, just that I am too lazy to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;These few months, I have been with them and zi peng to PHS ( to visit my Alwyn di and not forgetting Michelle),  Sentosa beach, watched many movies and twice to Kbox.&lt;br /&gt;I like the movie Koizora very much. It is a must watch alright!!!&lt;br /&gt;It may sound unrealistic to hear me saying this but it is quite touching that I almost cried.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, suddenly in the mood to talk about my 'gender transformation'. It was because of my barely there hairs on my legs and I walk like a gay. That was how I became a jie to them. Haha, sounds a little weird, but I am used to this term now.&lt;br /&gt;Ah! I missed the one week holiday, even though I had to return to school daily. But still, I did not have as much stress as I am currently facing.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, helping my Meis to advertise. St. Nick's fiesta is on 29th of March 2008, on a saturday, from 10-5??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-5886698409779582310?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/5886698409779582310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-has-been-long-time-since-i-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/5886698409779582310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/5886698409779582310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-has-been-long-time-since-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-8301366785110936413</id><published>2008-02-21T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:00.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross Country</title><content type='html'>Today was Chs annual cross country run, held at Bishan park 1.&lt;br /&gt;I reached there at 8 after having breakfast at AMK's mac. Then the few of us, melvin, shawn etc, started playing 'Werewolf' till it was our turn to run.&lt;br /&gt;The run ended at 11.30 am.&lt;br /&gt;So Shan wei, Shawn, Darren, Yunheng, Kelvin, Seiyee and I went to "The Roti Prata House" to eat. It was quite fun. Fun which I cannot mention here. =). So we laughed throughout the whole meal.&lt;br /&gt;Well, my last cross country at CHS, guess I will miss it in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-8301366785110936413?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/8301366785110936413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/02/cross-country.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/8301366785110936413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/8301366785110936413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/02/cross-country.html' title='Cross Country'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-6050760869414690570</id><published>2008-02-04T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:00.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Punishment</title><content type='html'>Some day ago, 3/4 of our class was punished for not doing our comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;We were made to pump for two long periods.&lt;br /&gt;This was the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IRriO-3npug/R6cKYvWiWHI/AAAAAAAAACM/I-6rumed9eo/s1600-h/Image166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IRriO-3npug/R6cKYvWiWHI/AAAAAAAAACM/I-6rumed9eo/s320/Image166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163106917947693170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tiring..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-6050760869414690570?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/6050760869414690570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/02/punishment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/6050760869414690570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/6050760869414690570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/02/punishment.html' title='Punishment'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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/_IRriO-3npug/R6cKYvWiWHI/AAAAAAAAACM/I-6rumed9eo/s72-c/Image166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808389419122587807.post-8405099585094165405</id><published>2008-01-22T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:00.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogthings</title><content type='html'>It has been long since I have blogged.&lt;br /&gt;Not much changes in my life, except that exams are next week which I have yet to revise, and of course, that thing. I guess that is the best decision.&lt;br /&gt;And well, homework are dumped on us daily. Sudden request to stay back in school is all  too common. Really hope for this to end soon, but when it ends it will be the start of another new thing, which I am not sure if it is good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;I just discovered this test that really describes me quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are calm and collected, even in the most difficult of situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person of action and self-direction, you love being independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To outsiders you seem impulsive, surprising, and unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are good at understanding how all things work, except for people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you tend to be very easy going and flexible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing you can't stand for is someone trying to change you or your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you see yourself: Logical, flexible, and unconventional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When other people don't get you, they see you as: Indecisive, flippant, and disrespctful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-8405099585094165405?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/8405099585094165405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/01/blogthings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/8405099585094165405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/8405099585094165405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/01/blogthings.html' title='Blogthings'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-5234763801604948798</id><published>2008-01-05T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:00.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>Well well, 2007 is the past and 2008 is the present.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..I see people with 200th post, 300th post but I'm still stuck at...&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind&lt;br /&gt;Resolutions for 2008&lt;br /&gt;-Score well for O'level&lt;br /&gt;-Stay happy&lt;br /&gt;-Build more muscles&lt;br /&gt;-Grow tall ( Unrealistic though )&lt;br /&gt;-Study hard and play hard&lt;br /&gt;Thats all. I find them easy to achieve if I put in enough effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has started 3 days ago. I've been doing all my work consistently unlike the past. Feel quite proud of myself since I'm sort of like a slacker. Its a good time to be enlightened, since O'level is like 9 months away. Work hard everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is a very special day. I hope it will be a day which I will be celebrating yearly. Do "you" agree with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-5234763801604948798?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/5234763801604948798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/5234763801604948798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/5234763801604948798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-337048908407750919</id><published>2007-12-28T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:00.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>East Coast</title><content type='html'>A few more days and it is the start of school, a dreadful thing. With homework left untouched, I went to East Coast Park today. The organiser,Zipeng, was missing throughout our trip and I was left in charge of the trip. We wanted to bowl but there was a long queue for it. We tried the arcade but the person-in-charge was nowhere to be found. And so, we went to Mac and stoned for 4 hours. Finally, Zipeng, Lynn and Jane arrived. Zipeng led us in search of a non-existant steamboat store. Frustrated, we decided to have our dinner at Subway instead. Then it was Home Sweet Home, or almost.&lt;br /&gt;I still had a misson left undone. A mission to rush to Raffles Shopping Center to get donuts for her. Too bad, it was closed. Indirectly caused by Zipeng. Luckily, Lynn was at Plaza Singapura. And so, I ordered my donuts through her. Wait, thats not the end. I rushed down to pay Lynn and then rushed further down to Ang Mo Kio to deliver it right to her doorsteps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So disappointing, for the whole day she kept talking about me having "that". I tried argueing with her but to no avail. Sigh... I don't think I can do anything to prove my innocence. Hope that she will be enlighten soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-337048908407750919?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/337048908407750919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2007/12/east-coast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/337048908407750919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/337048908407750919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2007/12/east-coast.html' title='East Coast'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-9144198941855574680</id><published>2007-12-25T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:00.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>Well, today is Christmasa Eve!&lt;br /&gt;Hope that everyone of you out there has already bought your gifts.&lt;br /&gt;I spent this special day with Demi and Zipeng. We went down to the Picture House to catch National Treasure 2. Then it was to and fro from Plaza Singapura and Orchard and we met Peiye along the route. We could see people preparing for tonight's big event, the setting up of barriers etc.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Heart of God church to attend a celebration. It was an invitation from Zipeng's junior. The people there were friendly, plus I met many of my friends there. Quite surprised though. We mostly sang songs and read the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, it was 11 o'clock. We were on board the train home when Demi had this idea of going to Orchard again, to witness the crowd. Zipeng was agreeable, so I had to follow along as I was so-called in charge of them. Well, there were so many people that it was almost impossible to move. Plus people were spraying "snow" at us. Everyone was sweating badly. Imagine squeezing and rubbing your body against sweaty bodies. Yucks!&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the clock struck twelve and the event has ended. We made our way to the Mrt station and went home.&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-9144198941855574680?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/9144198941855574680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/9144198941855574680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/9144198941855574680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-6540077522183009922</id><published>2007-12-23T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:00.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas is coming, busy with so many stuff. Nonsense like holiday homework is just spoiling my mood. Been busy searching for suitable gifts, walking through all the shopping malls, gift shops, searching the internet for ideas.&lt;br /&gt;So I finally found something special. It was located in a small gift shop in Tampines. Imagine the time and effort taken to get it. Hope that it is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess most people are still rushing to get their Christmas gifts? Well, though it is the thought that counts, we would always want the best that we can get for our friends and family.&lt;br /&gt; I shall wish all my friends a Merry Christmas! And don't forget the troublesome holiday homeworks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-6540077522183009922?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/6540077522183009922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2007/12/pre-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/6540077522183009922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/6540077522183009922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2007/12/pre-christmas.html' title='Pre-Christmas'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-3768418712243982920</id><published>2007-12-19T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:00.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6B sentosa trip</title><content type='html'>Yup, went on a Sentosa trip with my PYPS 6B'04 friends. 15 people turned up and it was sort of a success. We had a exciting volleyball match, captain's ball in the sea, poker card match and suntan-ed together. Lynn tried to pull me into the sea but ended up falling into the sea herself. Plus she did not bring extra clothes to change into. Thats what you get for not listening to the "organiser's" advice, and for pulling me in! =) And her spectacles fell into the sea when Say Wei hit it. But thanks to Lee Pei , who searched the seabed with her feet. All the bad stuff seemed to only happen to Lynn. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Then we went Vivocity for our dinner. We bought them and went up the skypark to enjoy the meal. And took a picture there!&lt;br /&gt;Thats not the end. 10 of us then continued to Amk hub to watch "Alvin and the Chipmunks". While I went to take my 'stuff'. Then it was home sweet home!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IRriO-3npug/R2f1S5VwCfI/AAAAAAAAACE/O60BeW7HR60/s1600-h/1_824971058l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145350804272581106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 285px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IRriO-3npug/R2f1S5VwCfI/AAAAAAAAACE/O60BeW7HR60/s320/1_824971058l.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/7808389419122587807-3768418712243982920?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/3768418712243982920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2007/12/6b-sentosa-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/3768418712243982920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/3768418712243982920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2007/12/6b-sentosa-trip.html' title='6B sentosa trip'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IRriO-3npug/R2f1S5VwCfI/AAAAAAAAACE/O60BeW7HR60/s72-c/1_824971058l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808389419122587807.post-5296586299283919136</id><published>2007-12-04T23:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:00.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>China Trip</title><content type='html'>I still miss the China immersion trip which I went last month. It seemed like yesterday when all of us just landed in Shanghai airport, and eating breakfast from a local restaurant. Then we went on a 4 hours ride to Hangzhou. The schedule was quite packed for the first few days, we couldn't get enough rest. We went to West lake and shopping on some street. Then i received a surprise phone call there. =)&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day, it was to Yiwu city. It was a dreadful 2 hours ride there. The Scgs girls and us spent most of our 14 days there. Yiwu was great. I can still remember going to my buddy's house for the first time. It was quite a nice penthouse. And I had a big bedroom all to myself, and the rest were so envious of me. But then, the family was quite cold to me, or maybe I talked to little. So I hid up in my room for most of the days.&lt;br /&gt;For the next few days, we went to their school for lessons. Not much difference in the lesson. As usual, I kept nodding off throughout. But two things made me prefer Singapore schools, one is the uniform and the other is the school hour. They had really awful uniforms and they had lesson til 5 daily. That is torturing the students!&lt;br /&gt;Other memorable stuffs include eating 3 plates of "Chou ToFu" at a go and going KTV!&lt;br /&gt;I really had fun at the KTV lounge, I only know that I turned insane there. Plus we played "Werewolve" till midnight and received a complain against us.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, forgot to mention that my dear old buddy ZhiWei actually prepared 3 hotel room for all of us. Thanks alot to him that we could sleep comfortably for that night.&lt;br /&gt;Then..came the end of our trip. We were sort of sad to separate from our China buddies? Cause the next time we see them will be 5 years? 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;At the airport, we bade farewell to each other and thats it. But we still keep in contact with the Scgs girls =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip has left me an unforgettable experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-5296586299283919136?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/5296586299283919136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2007/12/china-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/5296586299283919136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/5296586299283919136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2007/12/china-trip.html' title='China Trip'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-5810581291753093352</id><published>2007-11-27T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:00.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Realised that I have not updated my blog for a long time..&lt;br /&gt;Will update it soon.&lt;br /&gt;With stuff from my recent China trip + Sentosa Trip! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-5810581291753093352?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/5810581291753093352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2007/11/realised-that-i-have-not-updated-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/5810581291753093352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/5810581291753093352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2007/11/realised-that-i-have-not-updated-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-1542636856615618926</id><published>2007-10-31T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:01.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>China</title><content type='html'>Off to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;China!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flight is around 1 a.m and I think i will reach my destination..tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Will be back on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14/11/07&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-1542636856615618926?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/1542636856615618926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2007/10/china.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/1542636856615618926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/1542636856615618926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2007/10/china.html' title='China'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-6840189445056110995</id><published>2007-10-31T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:01.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, I went with Jia wei, Demi and Wei liang to Escape theme park. Met at 1. Reached there at 4. Its alright.&lt;br /&gt;Then..played around, and as usual, Demi won loads of soft toys.&lt;br /&gt;Thats not the main point. The main point is that there were fortune telling booths set up for the occasion. Really exciting. And by the way, that day was based on a Halloween theme. SO all the staff had their make-up ready.&lt;br /&gt;Around evening, we were one of the first to go into the Tarot card booth. The thing that the fortune teller said were really interesting, and very real. One more thing, all of us asked about our love life. So, she said Jia wei was very blunt and hard to attract gals because of this, which was very true. And..Wei liang had a crush on&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SOMEONE. &lt;/span&gt;Haha! Then we asked about our marriage and we were like, quite shocked. Jia wei will get married at 25-28. For me, its 22-23, which is really really early. Plus many other stuff. And they were all very accurate. Makes me wanna find out more and more and more. But I heard that asking too much will shorten your lifespan? Whatever. Just make sure I don't probe too much. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-6840189445056110995?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/6840189445056110995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2007/10/halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/6840189445056110995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/6840189445056110995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2007/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-3359170349865499716</id><published>2007-10-15T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:01.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa</title><content type='html'>Went Sentosa today with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jia wei&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jun hao,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Demi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wei Liang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So first thing first, we went to have a game of beach volley ball, which was not really successful.&lt;br /&gt;Then all of us got thirsty and Jia Wei and Demi went to get some drinks, and came back an hour later. So the rest of us just continued playing, and the sand got really really hot.&lt;br /&gt;An hour later, they came back, so we decided to have a game with a family, lasted for roughly 30 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to cycle. Jia Wei, Jun Hao, Demi and I took the couple bike, while Wei Liang seems upset that we left him out. Jia Wei and Jun Hao could barely ride. Sadly, 8 minutes later , an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;accident &lt;/span&gt;happened. Jun Hao was "shredded" by the gears.  Luckily a patrol vehicle was near and so all of us went to SGH. And Demi had this crazy idea that all of us should take a picture with Jun Hao on the wheelchair. And so we did have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he went home while we went to suntan at Sentosa. Then went for skyride twice. After which we went to cycle again. Finally, the trip to Sentosa ended. We went to Marina Bay for a meal of Steamboat and thats all for the day.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-3359170349865499716?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/3359170349865499716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2007/10/sentosa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/3359170349865499716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/3359170349865499716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2007/10/sentosa.html' title='Sentosa'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-2641372845995780627</id><published>2007-09-23T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:01.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEBO</title><content type='html'>Today, zi peng , jia wei, wei liang and I went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEBO&lt;/span&gt; at amk to study.&lt;br /&gt;ZIpeng went to book a room to watch " HOME ALONE 4" while i did 'the man' 's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am studying for END OF YEAR =)              JIA WEI SLACKING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IRriO-3npug/RvaJgdkCh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/0KCKW3ozlKc/s1600-h/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IRriO-3npug/RvaJgdkCh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/0KCKW3ozlKc/s320/Image035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113425617710385042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IRriO-3npug/RvaJ1tkCh6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/dyAe80qfHcA/s1600-h/Image048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IRriO-3npug/RvaJ1tkCh6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/dyAe80qfHcA/s320/Image048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113425982782605218" 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/7808389419122587807-2641372845995780627?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/2641372845995780627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2007/09/nebo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/2641372845995780627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/2641372845995780627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2007/09/nebo.html' title='NEBO'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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/_IRriO-3npug/RvaJgdkCh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/0KCKW3ozlKc/s72-c/Image035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808389419122587807.post-4634497641296430952</id><published>2007-09-22T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:01.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOB</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Something&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; great &lt;/span&gt;happened yesterday.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was Chinese as the first period. Then we did some filing on some craps.&lt;br /&gt;Because the worksheets were like...so ancient...shanwei and me were sitting at the back laughing at all these craps.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "the man" &lt;/span&gt;was sort of pissed off&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Partly due to the fact that we took 50 minutes to file the craps. Then we anyhow filed and handed them up. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the man" &lt;/span&gt;went through them and became&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; real angry, &lt;/span&gt;he just threw the lousy files away, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shanwei &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I &lt;/span&gt;were really having a good time laughing at the back.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOOM!,&lt;/span&gt; he called us out and asked us&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stand outside staffroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And so, we went and stood there.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Saw  Mr Y drinking  fruit juice and a noob teacher walking around, &lt;/span&gt;made us laugh.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then he walked out of staffroom and scolded us&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pushed me with his index finger and his thumb on my chest. &lt;/span&gt;Then he came real close and said,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; " You think I cannot touch you right?" &lt;/span&gt;Then i tried to argue but maybe because he knew he couldn't win, he just shouted at me to answer yes or no. And then he went to do the same to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; shanwei.&lt;br /&gt;REALLY SCARY MAN!&lt;br /&gt;LIKE HE WANT TO WHACK US UP. 2 On 1, who will win, You be the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;OK, the fight didn't happen. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He just told us to respect him and not make body language that is...er...rude?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thats all. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What a great day. Maybe next time I shall record down everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-4634497641296430952?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/4634497641296430952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2007/09/bob.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/4634497641296430952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/4634497641296430952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2007/09/bob.html' title='BOB'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-8004804998846298672</id><published>2007-09-20T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:01.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OK. I am back.&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-8004804998846298672?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/8004804998846298672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2007/09/back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/8004804998846298672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/8004804998846298672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2007/09/back.html' title='BACK!'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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-7808389419122587807.post-3089287182479636905</id><published>2006-11-02T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:59:01.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class 2-8 forever</title><content type='html'>A few months since i have blogged.Yesterday and the day before was my class chalet.It was at Safra resort located at Changi.It was at the end of east coast park.Though there was a shuttle bus there, we did not know and walked there. It took us about 1 1/2 hours of walking along the express way and we were honked at several times.&lt;br /&gt;So we finally reached the resort.We slacked around and explored the resort while a few guys played the XBOX.Soon, it was the long awaited BBQ(******* bq).For some unknown reason, Daniel turned so excited and kept disturbing me.&lt;br /&gt;The fire started due to Daniel's hardwork.Including Joshua and Chuen chin etc.We barbecue the food we had ordered earlier.Due to high demands, I ate only a little bit of the food.Shanwei,shawn,almeric,boxian and I went to east coast park.The walk was terrible.With almeric non-stop talking about ghosts etc,it was very scary.After all, Changi is famous for all these.Two hours later, we were still walking along the road.We gave up and hailed a taxi.The ride was very exciting.The driver was speeding and cursing every driver.Plus other more exciting things that I do not want to mention.So we went back and slack around without anything to eat.Btw, the kitchen was in a terrrible condition(2-8's work).So basically that was what happened at the first day.(Forgot to mention there were some night activities in the room)&lt;br /&gt;At the second day,we cycled to east coast for breakfast.This time we reached in an hour time.HAHA.I shared a bike with shawn and he was pedalling like mad.LOL.&lt;br /&gt;On the way back,i cycled while shawn sat behind carrying my water and burger. Due to something,the plastic bag went into the wheel and the bottle flew out.Shawn went to wash the bottle and THREW the burger to me.The burger flew out of the box and landed on the grass(thanks alot Shawn). So i just pedal like hell back to the resort.Afterwhich we went to BOWL.Stupid ball made my finger hurt like mad.Slack around there till 6+.Then chuen chin , almeric and I went swimming.We had quite a bit of fun there.HAHa.Then its off to Jumbo restaurant.We had 3 plate of fried rice.Made me poorer by $25...&lt;br /&gt;So we went back to the chalet and watched The Grudge.Btw the girls from the neighbouring chalets were ...erm..not bad.Ok...so I watched and fell asleep due to the "soothing" music.&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up , the rest of 2-8 were preparing to sleep.Thought I could have a good sleep but paris and gang made so much noise.Bedtime is never sweet with 2-8.So i slept at 3+ and..its checkout time.&lt;br /&gt;I really miss the fun I had there.Hope to have another chalet soon.2-8 qiang zhes FORVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808389419122587807-3089287182479636905?l=simplekm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/feeds/3089287182479636905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2006/11/class-2-8-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/3089287182479636905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808389419122587807/posts/default/3089287182479636905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplekm.blogspot.com/2006/11/class-2-8-forever.html' title='Class 2-8 forever'/><author><name>Hunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673496010974114748</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>
