<?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-6617612</id><updated>2011-12-14T11:54:19.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking On Air - Airwalk</title><subtitle type='html'>Life of a guy in Singapore</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>152</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-116477877477172511</id><published>2006-11-29T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T13:39:34.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please visit my new blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;---------- &lt;a href="http://airwalk29.livejournal.com"&gt;click me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-116477877477172511?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/116477877477172511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/116477877477172511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116477877477172511' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-116222036574758878</id><published>2006-10-30T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T22:59:25.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="file:////thanks"&gt;thanks&lt;/a&gt; for your continual support over these years, as you can see I have not been updating for the longest time.&lt;br /&gt;This Blog will soon be undergoing a complete overhaul.&lt;br /&gt;Please check back in a few weeks time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-116222036574758878?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/116222036574758878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/116222036574758878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116222036574758878' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-115401040364640239</id><published>2006-07-27T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T22:26:43.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Handphone, the bane of mankind, enemy of my soul, that deep pain up my ass.&lt;br /&gt;It was not always like that, she was once a good friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;We shared many a late night together, oh how fun, what memories&lt;br /&gt;Our relationship so intimate, I could hardly bare to say goodnight to her each day end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it is no more, kapuut, boh liao, gone, &lt;em&gt;finis, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has become a curse I tell you, a curse!, God have mercy on my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the deal with handphones man, they were meant to be a tool of convenience&lt;br /&gt;A tool to communicate with your loved ones and friends, not a ropeless leash&lt;br /&gt;but that's what exactly they have become today, you have no place to run I tell you,&lt;br /&gt;one ring and you are virtually back at your tiny little cubicle in your office ( and its like 9 pm and I'm watching TV)&lt;br /&gt;what else can make you remember that long, tiring, fucked up day at work but another friendly call by your boss reminding you of the shitloads to be done the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Of course you can don't answer your phone plain and simple, right? NO!&lt;br /&gt;Its criminal, a mortal sin!, how can you not pick up a call on your handphone, you bad ass!&lt;br /&gt;you ought to be in jail for that, crucify him I tell you!!!&lt;br /&gt;How can you not answer a call from your beloved boss wanting to give you more stuff to worry about at 10 pm at night, you can't ! Its not polite ! (according to him la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time when before meeting a friend out for lunch, you had to arrange for a time place and everything, make sure you were on time and not leave the designated meeting point till your friend arrived?&lt;br /&gt;Made sure you were not late so your friend wouldn't end up thinking you weren't coming?&lt;br /&gt;well all that is dead now, a simple call or msg will do these days, "Where you?" "meet me so and so"&lt;br /&gt;Everything has become so casual so commonplace, nothing is golden this days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember the days when someone use a phone in the MRT or the bus and everyone gives this fella that 'buay song' look, cursing him in our minds, willing him to shut up, shocked and angered at his rudeness for destroying the 'peace'&lt;br /&gt;well it seems that we have all become that fella whom all those insults were directed against,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-115401040364640239?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/115401040364640239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/115401040364640239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115401040364640239' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-115332372218023646</id><published>2006-07-19T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T23:42:02.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things I learnt in my short stint in sPO tped so far...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 How to file papers, punch holes and staple stuff together&lt;br /&gt;2 Photocopy tons and tons of stuff for people to throw away after a glance&lt;br /&gt;3 Shred outdated stuff and stuff that i think and hope are outdated&lt;br /&gt;4 Arrange chairs and clean tables&lt;br /&gt;5 clear rubbish&lt;br /&gt;6 open doors&lt;br /&gt;7 serve people drinks, deliver food&lt;br /&gt;8 carry stuff for people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things i should have learnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 take leave during exercises&lt;br /&gt;2 suck up to my DA&lt;br /&gt;3 take up a part time course so i can take leave anytime i want (requires prerequisite 2 and 4)&lt;br /&gt;4 have rich parents&lt;br /&gt;5 act and sound important so people will think you are doing a lot of work&lt;br /&gt;6 try to look like you are thinking very hard so people think you are damn capable&lt;br /&gt;7 ask a lot of stupid questions (obvious ones too) so people think you are very smart and capable&lt;br /&gt;8 debate over the littlest of things so people thing you take alot of iniative in your work&lt;br /&gt;9 sit in front of a screen with alot of words so people think you are doing alot of work and will not give you anymore&lt;br /&gt;10 use the cc and bcc function effectively&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-115332372218023646?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/115332372218023646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/115332372218023646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115332372218023646' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-115141708825135878</id><published>2006-06-27T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T22:04:48.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/4353/320/IMG_0016.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/4353/320/IMG_0016.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-115141708825135878?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/115141708825135878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/115141708825135878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115141708825135878' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-115141700153505723</id><published>2006-06-27T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T22:03:21.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-115141700153505723?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/115141700153505723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/115141700153505723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115141700153505723' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-115133094765051016</id><published>2006-06-26T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T22:09:07.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whooaaa its been a month since I last blogged, a MONTH!!!&lt;br /&gt;A Month closer to the eagerly anticipated blockbuster of the year..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MGM presents...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Boh Chup Production...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;THE ORD OF JASON BOH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;(queue dramatic music and sound effects)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Starring the one and only, handsome devil, drop dead gorgeous JASON BOH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (queue clapping of hands and fanatical screaming by female groupies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-115133094765051016?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/115133094765051016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/115133094765051016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115133094765051016' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-114865397650528439</id><published>2006-05-26T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T22:32:56.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man oh Man, I am really getting a little rusty up there.&lt;br /&gt;I had to write this covering minute just a few days back and I found myself diliberating over the tiniest of grammar rules.&lt;br /&gt;I got to start using my brain again, as they say, if you don't use it you lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe how people actually make money from their blogs well mine just effectively gather dust.  Well not for long, I have a dream, and that is to make this bloody blog the best in Singapore if not the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out here comes JASON!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-114865397650528439?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/114865397650528439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/114865397650528439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114865397650528439' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-114710063928962202</id><published>2006-05-08T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T23:03:59.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am getting so fed up with my colleagues. Of course that excludes Wesley and Shaowei, but seriously I can't freaking stand them. I hate their condescending tone of speech towards me, the constant accusations of me being slack and running off during office hours when they themselves have been guilty of it gazillion times more then me. I mean who gave you the fucking authority over me, why you can I cannot leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK OFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired of the 'seeing it from the other person's view', trying to understand how another person is feeling, not being judgmental, condemn action not person hogwash. I am not going to waste my time trying to understand you and try to like you when you basically don't deserve it. From now on its, I don't like you plain and simple. This is of course very contrary to my nature, but I can't go on bottling up my frustrations and obvious disdain of my colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what do you think, tag on my board.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-114710063928962202?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/114710063928962202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/114710063928962202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114710063928962202' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-114424694786025759</id><published>2006-04-05T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T22:22:27.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I seem to be ranting in most of my entries recently, and rightly so, I am getting so fed up with people.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand some of my colleagues, I hate continually being accused of being slack, hate being ordered around, I freaking hate almost everything that has to do with office life.&lt;br /&gt;I feel lethargic, fat and unhealthy. There is hardly any spirit in me. God seems like a million miles away and I am like trying desperately to reach him but I keep getting pushed back by the current.&lt;br /&gt;I have lost the zest for almost anything. Someone save me from this misery.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully if I smile and laugh real hard everything will be better and just go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are doing things for the wrong reasons, being nice for the wrong reasons, working hard for the wrong reasons. Do my actions lead me to betterment of oneself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-114424694786025759?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/114424694786025759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/114424694786025759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114424694786025759' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-114304130012895677</id><published>2006-03-22T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T23:28:20.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man I think I am not cut out for the office life.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't see myself working in a cubicle for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Firstly being in aircon the whole day gives me pimples, damn of course I am still handsome lah, but who wants to have pimples.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly my physique is like kapuut, of course I am still built like a Greek god but man when you have been perfect for so long, little changes hurt.&lt;br /&gt;thirdly I keep making stupid mistakes with my work, seriously I don't like all this whole chain of command thing, want to do anything must check with your boss. Then when you take initiative it either goes unappreciated or you mess up something.&lt;br /&gt;Fourth on the list is the thing about abbreviations, Man! Every fucking thing has a fucking abbreviation, I am like fuck can't you just spell the fucking thing out, it creates so much less confusion this way. I don't know is it just Singapore but abbreviations from what I know are meant to be short forms of terms that make it easier for people to relate to. I mean if you have a abbreviation like MRT its ok, cause basically everyone knows it and so uses it, but you don't go making short forms for every little fuck shit, how am I suppose to know what cssp, caabe, c2sop means. They should only be used for terms that many people know about, you can't go around having a document full of short forms and having a person with little or no background reading it and then expecting him to understand.&lt;br /&gt;Fifth, I just feel working in an office is just going to kill you in the long run, no sun, no exercise, just sit and type and stare into the screen. Eyesight goes down, fitness goes down, eat the same oily food everyday. Man its like recipe for heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No whole office bureaucracy just reeks of unhealthiness, unhappiness and just plainly being meaningless. You are just like a mindless drone doing work for something you ultimately really care nothing for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I am so going to become a zookeeper when I grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-114304130012895677?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/114304130012895677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/114304130012895677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114304130012895677' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-114156914673685587</id><published>2006-03-05T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T22:32:26.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I in tend to write a story soon&lt;br /&gt;so watch out for it&lt;br /&gt;and give me you comments&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-114156914673685587?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/114156914673685587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/114156914673685587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114156914673685587' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-114113448100915576</id><published>2006-02-28T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T21:48:01.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone asked me what do i dream about.&lt;br /&gt;I dream about lots of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I love the dreams whereby i dream of love, strange for a guy i guess, but seriously sometimes i wake and come to realisation only after 5 mins, that freak i am not attached!&lt;br /&gt;I don't like dreams that involve me losing my teeth, encountering ghosts and stuff, but strangely enough i can seem to make myself wake up in such dreams before it gets too out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are strange, there are many theories regarding dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Some say it is a expression of ones deepest feelings and emotions, some a premonition of what is to come and in the biblical times a way of God trying to speak to oneself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what dreams truely are however but i do belief they have some significance though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-114113448100915576?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/114113448100915576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/114113448100915576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114113448100915576' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-114096137736606015</id><published>2006-02-26T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T21:42:57.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever woken up from a dream and said 'shit, I wish that had been true.'&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes waking up and saying, 'thank god it was just a dream?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah have been getting that quite often these days, I wonder if there is any significance in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone here can interpret dreams, drop me a tag ok.&lt;br /&gt;In case you guys don;t know, there is a tagboard so scroll down and tag for goodness sake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-114096137736606015?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/114096137736606015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/114096137736606015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114096137736606015' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-114044148624830230</id><published>2006-02-20T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T21:18:06.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There a boy named John, he was a rich little boy, and his parents pampered him.&lt;br /&gt;John loved tortoises, don't ask me why, cause personally I think they are dull smelly thingys.&lt;br /&gt;But john loved tortoises.&lt;br /&gt;When he was one he had a tortoise, but unfortunately it died.&lt;br /&gt;At two he had another one, but it too soon died.&lt;br /&gt;And now little John was three and again he had another tortoise and he loved it more than any other thingy in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Then one day he found his tortoise at the bottom of the pond unmoving.&lt;br /&gt;John looked at it and prodded it with a stick yet it remained still.&lt;br /&gt;John wailed, not again, my tortoise has died once again.&lt;br /&gt;He ran into his mothers arms sobbing.&lt;br /&gt;"there, there my child, don't cry. Tell you what, lets have a grand funeral for your pet. We will invite all your friends, there will be food and drinks, and at the end of it we will bury your pet in the back yard in a grand ceremony."&lt;br /&gt;John sniffed, he was still sad obviously but the idea of having a grand funeral seemed to lighten his mood a bit.&lt;br /&gt;So the day of the funeral eventually came.&lt;br /&gt;There was food, drinks, music and all of little john's friends were there.&lt;br /&gt;John was happy.&lt;br /&gt;He walked over to the side of the pond, but there to his amazement was his pet tortoise, happily swimming.&lt;br /&gt;He was not dead after all!!!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was delighted and John's mum came to him hugging him in her arms, "aren't you happy "&lt;br /&gt;"Lets kill it" said John scowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-114044148624830230?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/114044148624830230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/114044148624830230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114044148624830230' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-113972643351136517</id><published>2006-02-12T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T14:40:33.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some days i wake up to find myself alone.&lt;br /&gt;Some days i wake to find the devil beside me.&lt;br /&gt;Some days i wake and find God watching over me.&lt;br /&gt;Some days i wake to conflict within my self.&lt;br /&gt;Some days i wake to wonder why did i wake at all.&lt;br /&gt;Some days i wake and and thank God for being awake.&lt;br /&gt;Some days i am never truely awake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-113972643351136517?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/113972643351136517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/113972643351136517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113972643351136517' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-113914455794440354</id><published>2006-02-05T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T21:02:38.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I heard this story from church a few weeks ago and would just like to share it with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few workers in a plantation, and after the harvest they were tasked to bring the crops to the mill.&lt;br /&gt;There were many different routes leading to the mill.&lt;br /&gt;A long winding path, full of stones and ditches.&lt;br /&gt;A path that led up a hill and then down again to the mill, and lastly a short yet dangerous route which had many robbers along its way.&lt;br /&gt;So the day came when they were to bring the crop to the mill.&lt;br /&gt;They were in great debate, each wanting to go a different way, each feeling that their route of choice was the best.&lt;br /&gt;So after much debate they went their separate ways, each taking their own desired path to the mill.&lt;br /&gt;After a few days they reached the mill and they shared their encounters along their various routes.  They then approached the mill keeper and they each recounted how difficult the way was to the mill.&lt;br /&gt;The keeper was hardly interested, all he wanted to know was how good their crops were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the story wasn't too long, i can't exactly remember the true story so this is somewhat of a paraphrase of the original story.&lt;br /&gt;What i want to say is this, there are many ways to God, whatever religion you may be, whether its muslim, christian, taoist or hindu for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;We should not be caught up debating which way is the correct way, who is better but rather be concerned with what we can bring to the mill keeper.  What we truely are, are we good crops or rotten crops, that should be the main focus of our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-113914455794440354?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/113914455794440354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/113914455794440354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113914455794440354' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-113868088118992096</id><published>2006-01-31T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T12:14:41.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Chinese New Year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;How's the HongBao collection coming along.&lt;br /&gt;It seems that over the years, chinese new year for me, has seem to have lost some of its childish thrill.&lt;br /&gt;Ang Bao ain't such a big deal anymore, what matters most for me now is rather being with my extended family and basically having fun.&lt;br /&gt;As the years go by, my own mortality have become increasingly apparent.  Looking at how my relatives have aged made me realise how we should treasure every chance and moment that we have together.&lt;br /&gt;My cousins too have grown older, long have the days been when we used to play together.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is either working, married or in the Uni and of course me the lone person still in NS.&lt;br /&gt;Times have certainly changed and indeed we should cherish whatever time we have given to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-113868088118992096?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/113868088118992096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/113868088118992096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113868088118992096' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-113810822125605157</id><published>2006-01-24T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T21:10:21.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just watched Memoirs of a Geisha with some of my squad mates.&lt;br /&gt;Watching it, i don't know what to say really.&lt;br /&gt;I can't make up my mind whether it was more entertaining or informative, and sadly the movie did not do exceedingly well in both instances.&lt;br /&gt;Fistly the show was not captivating as i could not really feel the true essence of the emotions portrayed by the characters.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, though the movie, like the book, sought to dispel the western myths regarding the Geisha, the movie actually left alot of important terminology and practices unexplained.&lt;br /&gt;Like what the freak is a danaan, am i spelling it correctly? So is it like some kind of benefactor? or is it a lord? or husband?&lt;br /&gt;One thing i must commend is the fact that for the first time a hollywood movie has a majority asian cast which i feel is really a milestone.&lt;br /&gt;Other then that i feel the show is kind of lame at some points but then again the show is not entirely to blame for it is based on a book.  Which i would highly doubt in terms of its authencity in portraying the true essence of a Geisha, for correct me if i am wrong, the book is written by an American and also because it is a work of fiction.&lt;br /&gt;Yeh well i guess Geisha is an ok movie, preferably a date movie i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sometimes a man's eel likes to visit a women's cave"&lt;br /&gt;and by the way my mizuage is ripe and valued at about 5 million bucks, start bidding now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-113810822125605157?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/113810822125605157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/113810822125605157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113810822125605157' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-113793948243244880</id><published>2006-01-22T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T22:18:02.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man i am done drinking for the next month or two at least.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Kenneth on friday night, in case you didn't know Kenneth was one of the three guys of the infamous 1303 back in AJC, and adjourned to acid bar for some catching up.&lt;br /&gt;Well we shared stories from our NS experiences and also relived all the funny moments back in AJC.&lt;br /&gt;We started of with some whiskey mixes and gradually went through two jugs of Tiger beer, thats when Kenneth met his friends and started downing some Chivas and stuff and got himself pissed drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Had to bring him home luckily it was nearby and also his mum allowed me to stay over so everything was cool, and we went for breakfast the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;Acid bar is cool, yea the crowd is kinda older but the music and the atmosphere is great, you guys should check it out some time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-113793948243244880?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/113793948243244880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/113793948243244880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113793948243244880' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-113768115658717770</id><published>2006-01-19T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T22:32:36.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am not one you would call a religious person, sure i go to church every Sunday and i try to say my prayers, but i am not one who would go around with Bible in hand trying to preach the word and what have you.&lt;br /&gt;Well one thing i do strongly believe in is that what we have on earth is a gift, a gift from God.&lt;br /&gt;We have but a few things, a few yet sufficient and important tools for our earthly pilgrimage.&lt;br /&gt;God has given us our talents and even more importantly time.&lt;br /&gt;Time given to us to to make the best out of it.&lt;br /&gt;It is not how fast you can do something or how successful you can do something, it is not important if you earn a million bucks before 30 but rather how you make use of your time.&lt;br /&gt;It is not for us to debate and say "if only i had more time, if only i was born in a different time" the thing that should be foremost on our minds should be rather what am i going to do with this time that i have.&lt;br /&gt;Each of us is given this time, and hopefully we make use of it to make a difference however minute it might be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-113768115658717770?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/113768115658717770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/113768115658717770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113768115658717770' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-113751244769450789</id><published>2006-01-17T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T23:40:47.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have basically spent the entire day engulfed in Football Manager.  After a losing streak of 3 games i am now on a 9 nine game unbeaten run and counting, my Stoke is now 10th in the English Championship whhhooooooooo!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok i know you are probably thinking like, so what about your stupid little game, what the hell does it have to do with me?&lt;br /&gt;Well i guess it doesn't concern you at all so apologises to you for reading this sensless post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-113751244769450789?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/113751244769450789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/113751244769450789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113751244769450789' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-113742695043202606</id><published>2006-01-16T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T23:55:50.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/4353/320/IMG_0056.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/4353/320/IMG_0056.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formal dining in&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-113742695043202606?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/113742695043202606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/113742695043202606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113742695043202606' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-113742679897105874</id><published>2006-01-16T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T23:53:19.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/4353/320/IMG_0016.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/4353/320/IMG_0016.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 10 long months&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-113742679897105874?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/113742679897105874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/113742679897105874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113742679897105874' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-113742566249396129</id><published>2006-01-16T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T23:34:22.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back, back with a vengeance. After I guess what? Three plus months of inactivity, my blog is finally back in action.&lt;br /&gt;Two reasons why I am starting to blog again, firstly to maintain my level of writing which has been on the decline since I started this thing called NS. Secondly and more importantly because some friend of mine said that I don't update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Yeh well so just for YOU I am writing again.&lt;br /&gt;I was looking through my previous posts, and man I sound like some love sick puppy, what the hell was I thinking when I worth that geez!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well for your information this blogger is now a different man, besides the fact that I am now a commissioned officer, ahem!, I am also no longer reliant on girls for my emotional security- I hope.....&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I should give you guys an update on what has been happening over this past few months. Well for one I am no longer a trainee at the police academy that meaning I have finally after an exhaustive 10 months been commissioned to the rank of inspector. I am still single, thank you very much, and I guess kind of bored since I am on leave till the 1st of febuary and have nothing really important to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeh you guys out there should try listening to Bloc party and Coheed and Cambria, both awesome alternative bands that I am currently listening to.&lt;br /&gt;Well guess that's all I have to say for now, check back regularly for more updates.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-113742566249396129?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/113742566249396129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/113742566249396129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113742566249396129' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-112938299701799661</id><published>2005-10-15T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T21:29:57.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man its been ages since i last blogged yeh.&lt;br /&gt;Well sometimes i feel that it just doesn't give justice to what i have gone through by merely penning it down in words.&lt;br /&gt;There is just so much that you can't express, so much that you want others to feel but you feel you just can't.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i represented TRACOM for the inter division dragonboat competition.&lt;br /&gt;Got fifth for the men singles canoe race and we won the dragon boat race woohooo!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically its also like the same old thing in camp, just going for lessons than the usual PT plus exams nothing much i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Getting abit sick of the place to be honest. &lt;br /&gt;Yeh then furthermore when it comes to weekends i always find that i have nothing to do, how depressing. &lt;br /&gt;Leaving me to write this blog out of boredom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-112938299701799661?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/112938299701799661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/112938299701799661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112938299701799661' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-112455020131653076</id><published>2005-08-20T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T23:03:21.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its over! After so long trying to get her, asking her out. I have finally given up.&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep living in a world of false hope and suffer disappointment each week.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I meant something, I thought I had something but maybe it was just this fantasy cooked up in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I wasn't anything, I was nothing but a mere pest which she had to humour and appease.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its just not meant to be, sometimes there are just things you can't achieve no matter how much you try, its sad but that's reality.&lt;br /&gt;I never seem to have any luck with girls, maybe I just ain't right for this kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the priesthood awaits.&lt;br /&gt;I am growing up, my view of the world is changing.&lt;br /&gt;There is something I feel missing in my life, this emptiness that I don't know how to describe.&lt;br /&gt;This emptiness that I feel that makes me want to shout, makes me want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;What is this thing that I feel?&lt;br /&gt;Feeling oh so blue, but yet I hide it with my smile.&lt;br /&gt;Pretend everything is fine.&lt;br /&gt;There is a monster inside of me...Help me please&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-112455020131653076?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/112455020131653076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/112455020131653076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112455020131653076' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-112402172420110511</id><published>2005-08-14T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T20:15:24.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friends are indeed really important, and i am truely greatful for all the great friends around me.&lt;br /&gt;People who support me, encourage me, listen to me or rather just being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;Truely what would i be without my friends around me.&lt;br /&gt;Just last night for example, Kenneth whom i had not spoken to for damn long just messaged me all of a sudden over MSN.&lt;br /&gt;Just asking how everything was going, yeh i do miss the days in AJC at least the times when the three of us guys in 1303 hung out.&lt;br /&gt;Yeh he gave me great advice on how to get the girl i am trying to jio.&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself! and basically don't think so much, if she likes you she likes you.&lt;br /&gt;I have known this thing about being yourself for a long time, but i guess it took a friend to tell it straight to be to really make it significant and apparent to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeh did you catch me on NDP! i was that small guy in the 9th column 4th row of the police guard of honour contingent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh to you people out there, thanx for being there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-112402172420110511?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/112402172420110511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/112402172420110511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112402172420110511' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-112348725634954546</id><published>2005-08-08T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T15:47:37.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It sure feels like a long time since i last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, to give you an update on what is happening, i will be marching in the Parade tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Three months plus of hard work will finally pay off, and the best thing is that after that, i will have my saturdays again!&lt;br /&gt;Yeh so catch me on tv ( hopefully) i will be in the 11th column of the police gurad of honour contingent, 5th row.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully i don't cock up or anything tomorrow, yeh well wish me luck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-112348725634954546?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/112348725634954546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/112348725634954546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112348725634954546' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-112226098193110297</id><published>2005-07-25T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T11:09:41.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emotional rollercoaster, thats what i would say.&lt;br /&gt;Friday we planned to meet on Sunday evening for dinner, i was kind of looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;I mean its been a really long time but somehow i just knew it would not go the way i wanted it to.&lt;br /&gt;In the back of my mind i just knew it was too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;True enough on Sunday at a bout 1 plus she messaged to say she had a family dinner and had to cancel.&lt;br /&gt;Yep it happened again........&lt;br /&gt;Of course the good thing is that we are meeting this Sunday instead however with Uni starting this week, again the sick feeling is in the back of my mind.  Will something just come up and ruin it all once more.&lt;br /&gt;I hope she is not merely agreeing to go out just because she pities me, am i reading to much into this, damn my intellectual mind.........hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-112226098193110297?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/112226098193110297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/112226098193110297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112226098193110297' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-112161821444904382</id><published>2005-07-18T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T00:36:54.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something weird happened to me over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly after about two months plus of trying to ask her out, I finally said enough was enough and deleted every one of her contacts from my phone.&lt;br /&gt;I mean if its not working after so long I guess its only right that I try something else rather then continue to chase a hopeless cause.&lt;br /&gt;yea so last night after NDP I kinda deleted her contact from my phone after once again failing to ask her out, it was the final effort of my long clumsy chase.&lt;br /&gt;I told my friend who initially introduced her to hang on to her number, and to give it to me once again if I decided to rekindle my efforts.&lt;br /&gt;yea so I sent this one last message- ' yea maybe some other time then'&lt;br /&gt;I did not get any reply most probably cause she was in a bad mood and stuff due to her bastard boss at work, but yea I thought it was the last contact I would most probably have with her.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so free yet hollow inside, I mean its been so long since I had been hardup over a person of the opposite sex. It was the thing that kind of kept me looking forward to the weekends, someone of the opposite sex to confide my worries and express my joy too.&lt;br /&gt;Its different having a friend who is a girl from one who is a guy, the girl always has a different opinion and basically you can talk about things a normal guy friend would try to avoid or just laugh in your face about.&lt;br /&gt;Its just so natural, guy and a girl, made for each other, complement each other.&lt;br /&gt;yea so I was living the life without her on my contact list, it was going fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However by lunch time she messaged me!, yea for the first time ever, she took the initiative to msg me first!&lt;br /&gt;Ok she was trying to apologize most probably for not wanting to go out today because of her mood but still she had never done so before.&lt;br /&gt;Now what does this mean, does she have something for me, at least friendship, is she messaging me because she cares about my feelings or because its just the polite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;yea we exchange messages mostly about her bastard boss and I just tried my best to cheer her up, you know kind of a listening ear.&lt;br /&gt;yea ok so we did not go out anyway but does this mean I should not give up, is this a sign?&lt;br /&gt;I am not an overtly religious person but in mass today I was praying that I be guided in this relationship that I am pursuing, is this something god is telling me.&lt;br /&gt;Or am I just reading to much into all this&lt;br /&gt;Anyways her contact is back on my phone again.&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-112161821444904382?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/112161821444904382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/112161821444904382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112161821444904382' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-112106584763506468</id><published>2005-07-11T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T15:10:47.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back from Orchard, feeling rather sleepy think i will take a nap after this.&lt;br /&gt;Yeh anyway i just watched Fantastic Four and it was fantastic, not the plot though neither the acting but rather fantastic Jessica Alba.&lt;br /&gt;Fantasy babe of the season, she's hot sizzzzzzzzzzzlllllllllllling!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh thats about it i guess, i mean much of the movie is about them discovering and learning how to cope with their powers, the real action only lasts for about i guess 20 mins nearing the end of the movie.  It sure lack the action packed punch you get from watching the other superhero movie spiderman.&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion superhero movies can either be very good or a damn downright lousy joke of a movie.  Well fantastic four is kind of an exception, not as exciting nor well scripted as spiderman yet not as stupid and lame as Daredevil. &lt;br /&gt;What can i say? if you want to watch a babe doing her thing in a tight suit then i guess go watch fantastic four, but if you are looking for slam bang action sequences, then well i think you should try another movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh, i guess this is a pretty shallow post, shall try to post more serious stuff the next time round.  Well till then, TATA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-112106584763506468?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/112106584763506468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/112106584763506468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112106584763506468' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-112044385532594166</id><published>2005-07-04T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T10:24:15.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got some free time now, so I guess its best I update my blog, not nice to keep you readers waiting for too long :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea well, I had the second NDP rehearsal at the Padang, Saturday. Yep, the same great feeling of pride for the nation, but somehow it just did not have the same thrill factor as that of the first time. Maybe its because I already knew what was to come so it wasn't so much of a surprise and therefore lacked excitement. Well next week will be the first NE show, meaning that we will be putting up a full dress performance for the P5 kids. With a crowd there guess it will be even more exciting than the rehearsals, well I am looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that, what was really exciting...Ok maybe not exciting but rather new to me happened after the parade. yea see we were on the bus on the way back to Police Academy and we somehow got stuck in a mini traffic jam in Geylang. I did not know where we were initially until one of the divisional policeman joked about how 'business has started' that's when I realized those ladies on the streets were prostitutes. As we moved further up the road it gradually became more 'busy', I mean the street was practically swarming with men looking for sex and prostitutes were practically at every street and corner offering their services.&lt;br /&gt;It was really an eye opener for me, I mean I always knew this thing existed, but to see it in action plus the vastness in the scale it was operating on just........ Basically my eyes popped out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;There were many bangladeshi workers along with local men prowling the streets making their selections. What really stuck in my mind was this tall skinny bespectacled local, he wore this polo tee tucked into his pants and his hair was gelled flat onto his head. He gave the impression of this mamma's boy, but to think he was actually scouting for sex, he moved awkwardly through the crowd seemingly like a lost boy in the heat of all the action going around. He was ashamed probably but his desire for sex obviously outweighed whatever pride he had.&lt;br /&gt;People from all backgrounds could be seen there making their deals and discussing the prices right on the street. The scene was really an eye opener for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously are Singaporean men really so sex deprived? So much for the supposedly moral society I had envisioned that I was living in. Do we really need to satisfy our urges in such a manner?&lt;br /&gt;Is sexual pleasure so required?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok guess this post is getting a little long so will end off here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-112044385532594166?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/112044385532594166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/112044385532594166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112044385532594166' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-111980273521596158</id><published>2005-06-27T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T00:18:55.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i dunno what happened to the template so scroll down to read&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-111980273521596158?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111980273521596158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111980273521596158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111980273521596158' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-111980232717457462</id><published>2005-06-26T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T10:53:11.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My body clock is a mess! I think I am lacking sleep but I don't feel sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;Surviving on just two hours of sleep last night and two hours from this afternoon, and yet I am feeling damn hyper. What the hell is going on!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, we had our first rehearsal at the Padang yesterday, and my my the atmosphere was great! To tally different from the feeling you get from doing rehearsals at Nee Soon Camp. Guess it was probably because of the crowds lining the streets.&lt;br /&gt;I mean when you are the focus of everyone's attention you just feel good and a great sense of pride in what you are doing. Man! I don't think I ever marched that seriously before, well no choice really I mean the cameras everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;yea, we will all be in for a treat come 9th August, it will be a great parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was kind of shagged out after the whole rehearsal thing and was actually thinking of going home to sleep, but what the hell I thought, sleep can wait, off to meet my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at Ee hui's place at about 11 plus I guess, yea and basically stayed await much of the night playing Mah Jong and the PS2 with Xian Wang.&lt;br /&gt;Time certainly passes by faster when one is having fun cause before I knew it it was already 530 and freak I was still at the Mah Jong table.&lt;br /&gt;Had to sleep after that, the floor was surprisingly comfortable, slept like a baby before waking up at 730 to go for breakfast with the rest of the gang.&lt;br /&gt;Overall a fun night, can't wait to hold another gathering like that. Its always great to meet up with old friends, experiences to share, stories to tell, makes life all the more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what I would do without my friends by my side, though its not often we meet, you guys are important to me yea!&lt;br /&gt;Hate being alone...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always distanced myself from close relationships whether or not its with guys or girls. Always felt that I should have a wide circle of friends, no really close friends or best friends. But I think now perhaps I may be regretting my actions. Without a close knit of friends you quite constantly feel bored cause when you want to do something you have to depend on your friends who have closer friends they will rather be with, understand? yea....Ok I don;t know why I am ranting about this, I guess I am just trying to get this off my chest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-111980232717457462?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111980232717457462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111980232717457462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111980232717457462' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-111918884868766674</id><published>2005-06-19T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T21:47:28.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another week has passed, nothing much this week except I seem to be the only guy in the squad that can't do forward rolls. Not to worry though, I think I am getting the hang of it without looking too much like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh, seems like everything is going on fine so far, I have a place in NTU, getting along fine back at police academy, really nothing much to fuss about it seems.&lt;br /&gt;Only thing I would hope to better would probably be the thing going on with her. Been coming along really slow these few weeks and I am not sure what it means.&lt;br /&gt;Did I write this already? yeh anyway she says she is not really comfy going out with me alone cause we don't really know or have been with each other for long, so its really awkward. You know, like when we have nothing much to talk about so it gets a little weird.&lt;br /&gt;Yeh but for me I find that ok I mean how do you get to know each other better if you don't see each other more?&lt;br /&gt;So basically just been smsing a lot with nothing developing, she knows I have a crush on her or something like that but I don't know what she thinks of me, leaving this huge question mark in my head. I seriously don't know where this whole thing is going. It seems like it is in a state of limbo, not going anywhere at all.&lt;br /&gt;I mean with University starting the situation can only get worse, by then she may be too busy to even SMS me anymore let alone go out.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like a real difficult task ahead for me in this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh well that's my problem anyway, it seems like when you get to a certain phase in life you start to seek companionship or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeh before I go for another week, whats this big hoohaah about this sarongpartygirl crap. So she posed nude, so do millions of other people on the internet. Let her live her life lah! bloody hell go see her nude picture then still want to kao bei after enjoying yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Its her life I don't see whats the deal about her doing what she wants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-111918884868766674?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111918884868766674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111918884868766674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111918884868766674' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-111858299562839456</id><published>2005-06-12T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T21:29:55.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe it! I just went through a seven day week!&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was entirely spent at Nee Soon Camp for the NDP rehearsal and today i spent the much of the day at the police carnival helping sell wristbands.&lt;br /&gt;I hardly spent any time at home besides sleeping, man the police is taking over my life.&lt;br /&gt;In an hours time it will be back to PA for again another 5 days....well hopefully we can book out early on friday to collect our 'A' level certificates.  That would be best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel if someone told you they had a cruch on you? would you feel scared? happy? confused?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know seriously tell me, because thats what I said to her.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it was the right move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-111858299562839456?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111858299562839456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111858299562839456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111858299562839456' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-111797583329487762</id><published>2005-06-05T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T20:50:33.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever noticed that nothing ever goes according to how you want it to turn out to be, or how you dream of it to be.&lt;br /&gt;even if something happens according to plan, there is always that little something that keeps it from becoming perfect to what you envision it to be.&lt;br /&gt;This is altogether frustrating and well maybe on the positive note exciting.&lt;br /&gt;Today for instance, I planned to catch Hitchhikers guide to the galaxy at 245 at Lido with my former section mates before surprising her with flowers to cheer her up, at 5pm.  After which going for a stroll together before making my way home at 6 and reaching home by 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happened instead, i made it to Lido by 245 but one of my friends was late so we missed the movie.  We ended up watching the horror of a movie UNLEASHED at 345.  2 things out of my plan.&lt;br /&gt;Ok so the movie ended at 530, there goes my plan again!&lt;br /&gt;So i thought maybe i can still meet her at 6, ok so i messaged her.  615....620....630 she did not reply, so no choice had to go home and reached home by 730.&lt;br /&gt;The whole day was one big mess.  Not the day i envisioned it to be at all!&lt;br /&gt;Damn!&lt;br /&gt;well maybe that why people say life is unpredictable, but why can't it just go according to how i want it to be sometimes.  Just once? PLEASE???????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-111797583329487762?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111797583329487762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111797583329487762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111797583329487762' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-111737229041466626</id><published>2005-05-29T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T21:11:30.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its kinda amazing how the weekend seems to whiz by and the weekdays seem so draggy.&lt;br /&gt;Especially since NDP rehearsals have started on saturday, the amount of free time i have is now almost close to nothing.  I mean i am practically on a six day work week here! hello labour unions you hear me!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh anyway instead of living in a world of speculation i asked Whye Kiat to help me find out what she thought of me.  I don't really know what this means but she said that I was 'ok' and a good friend to have around. &lt;br /&gt;Is that good or bad? perhaps I am not bringing my message across clearly enough?&lt;br /&gt;Man I don't know, what the hell must i do to get someone.&lt;br /&gt;Ok maybe its too soon but it would be nice if i could see her more often.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway its back to PA soon see you next week.&lt;br /&gt;Any advice please tag!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-111737229041466626?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111737229041466626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111737229041466626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111737229041466626' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-111685388550734835</id><published>2005-05-23T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T21:11:25.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This weekend did not go too well for me.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly I was bored stiff most of the time at home and secondly I don't think all is going as well as I hoped with her.&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about the boring part first, yea I literally spent the last two days stoning at home, all of a sudden it seemed like I had no friends at all. Felt damn lonely and basically wondered if I really had 'friends' who actually really wanted to hang out with me, or rather do so just out of courtesy, or because they are bored stiff also. The question comes to mind, how do I know my friend is indeed a friend, how would I know that what I regard him or her as is the same as the way the person regards me as.&lt;br /&gt;Ok maybe I am just suffering from the NS syndrome where we only get to bee free on weekends but seriously I have often felt increasingly lonely these past weeks. You guys should know me I am seldom unhappy and usually happy go lucky but for these past few weeks, I seem to be in the dumps.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems to excite me, I feel that I am just existing desperately seeking true companionship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the thing about her. I really felt all was going well but it seems that maybe this thing was not meant to be. Well there is really nothing in the first place, we only went out once!&lt;br /&gt;But I really felt that something was special, but now I feel that maybe she is not feeling the same way as how I feel about her.&lt;br /&gt;I have not really made known my intentions but I keep getting the suspicion that she replies and talks to me out of courtesy and not out of want. Our conversations seem to have lost its flair and I kind of feel she is trying to avoid going out with me by inventing excuses.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know maybe I am just overly suspicious or because I am just down this week, I just hope this passes by fast.&lt;br /&gt;By next week hopefully I would have solved this and found out indeed the truth of this relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today for one I was really down so I bought this greenday CD to cheer myself up, well it helped a little. I then set off for a run to Lower Seletar reservoir, reached there after a tiring jog of about half an hour. The run was worth it though the scenery was truly a beautiful sight. The park must certainly be one of the natural jems in our otherwise urban city.&lt;br /&gt;Not many people were there mostly anglers and couples snuggling and for that brief moment I felt so alive. It did not matter I was alone, I was happy and in awe of nature.&lt;br /&gt;I strolled to the jetty and gazed out into the distance admiring the cloud formations and the beautiful reflection of the sun's rays on the waters. The reservoir gleamed in the sunshine, a gentle breeze creating gentle ripples in the water as birds skimmed the water surface seemingly to be playing a game of catch.&lt;br /&gt;I stayed there for a good twenty minutes enjoying the sight as a lone tear flowed down my cheek. Sometimes friends are important but maybe sometimes solitude is necessary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-111685388550734835?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111685388550734835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111685388550734835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111685388550734835' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-111678114609049500</id><published>2005-05-23T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T00:59:06.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi guys I am back for the long weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Well not that long for me, see I was stuck at Nee Soon Camp for most of my Saturday staring at the rain.  Yeh so my long weekend is just a 2 day weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Ok i am talking crap here that don't mean no nothing basically because I am freaking bored, just watched the Beautiful Mind on the tele just now, and have nothing to do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm lets see what I can write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;When I was ten and fourImmature was I before&lt;br /&gt;Met a girl one fateful day&lt;br /&gt;Yet scared her off two months from that day&lt;br /&gt;At that time young I was&lt;br /&gt;Deal with relationships I did not know how&lt;br /&gt;Stupid things did I say&lt;br /&gt;Which now haunt me to this day&lt;br /&gt;Now ten and eight am I today&lt;br /&gt;More mature, if you may&lt;br /&gt;Yet stupid things still I say&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to open my mouth some days&lt;br /&gt;Recently met a girl again&lt;br /&gt;Knowing not what to say&lt;br /&gt;I smiled in a foolish way&lt;br /&gt;Probably scared her a mile away&lt;br /&gt;Unsure now I am today&lt;br /&gt;Confused some might say&lt;br /&gt;What should I do when I see you again&lt;br /&gt;To tell the things i mean to say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-111678114609049500?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111678114609049500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111678114609049500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111678114609049500' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-111615618925951009</id><published>2005-05-15T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T19:23:09.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its the fifteenth of May, time sure seems to be passing by rather quickly.&lt;br /&gt;If I were still schooling right now I would be eagerly awaiting the June holidays.&lt;br /&gt;But now no holidays to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;I kind of miss the schooling life, the holidays especially when you basically have nothing to do and are free to do anything you want.&lt;br /&gt;Miss waking up late and going swimming or just hanging out, time was not a factor.&lt;br /&gt;Right now however freedom is limited only to the weekends and even then you can't really enjoy it properly. Every second I seem to be looking at the clock dreading every minute that passes indicating the return to camp.&lt;br /&gt;Relaxation during the weekends seems to have become more of a chore than anything else. How ironic! I spend so much time worrying and packing my weekends with activities, I actually start to lose the relaxation and enjoyment part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even writing this blog seems to become not of want but of necessity because I won't be able to blog for till next weekend!&lt;br /&gt;Man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-111615618925951009?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111615618925951009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111615618925951009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111615618925951009' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-111552096182320513</id><published>2005-05-08T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T10:56:01.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling really nice today, probably because of what happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Kind of happy probably infatuated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after knowing her for about three weeks over the phone and the com, I finally asked her out. How I first knew her is kind of weird and some would say really shallow.&lt;br /&gt;This is how it happened-&lt;br /&gt;I first saw her in her school's yearbook and just felt she was really cute, so jokingly I asked my friend who was a close friend of hers to give me an intro.&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know my friend took it seriously and gave me her number. The first few messages were kind of awkward, cause it was really weird to be introduced over SMS, and neither of us knew what the other was like.&lt;br /&gt;I believe it was the trust she had in my friend that allowed our messaging to take place.&lt;br /&gt;So we began messaging nothing much really which finally progressed to me asking her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not really a date, date thing. We just planned to hang out.&lt;br /&gt;yea, we did not really recognize each other so we had to call each other when we arrived at our meeting place.&lt;br /&gt;We planned to meet at the control station. But we were standing at opposite ends of a pillar so we spent five minutes looking for each other as we somewhat circled the pillar and kept missing each other.&lt;br /&gt;She looked really sweet, I don't know how love at first sight is supposed to feel but I was close to it.&lt;br /&gt;We chatted and basically wandered around waiting for our movie to start, I was constantly fumbling over my words, hope she did not notice them though.&lt;br /&gt;After the movie we proceeded to coffee club for dinner and basically sat there talking for about close to three hours sharing a mud pie for desert.&lt;br /&gt;She is really petite, and I just felt I had to escort her home. yea so basically I 'walked' her home all the way to tiong bahru before we said goodbye. It was a long trip home but overall I felt great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its probably too soon to say anything, I mean we only known each other for 3 weeks. But hopefully she feels the same way about me too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-111552096182320513?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111552096182320513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111552096182320513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111552096182320513' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-111500137110228669</id><published>2005-05-02T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T10:36:11.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday! labour day.&lt;br /&gt;Man I feel totally zonked out today, feeling tired but I don't want to sleep, seems like such a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;Was up most of last night, time practically just flew by. We started talking at about 1 plus then before we knew it it was 340am.&lt;br /&gt;Man! Have not talked on the phone for so long in years now, memories of past times starting to come back.&lt;br /&gt;Just a light hearted chat I guess, it however stalled on many a occasion, when there was nothing but quiet between us over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;usually after that one of us would come up with a silly question or something and the conversation continued.&lt;br /&gt;topics really had no value what's so ever but it was just entertaining and engrossing that it was a great reluctance that I finally said goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-111500137110228669?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111500137110228669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111500137110228669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111500137110228669' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-111487251456165716</id><published>2005-04-30T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T22:48:34.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;Woohooooooooo so much time, too bad i am wasting most of it&lt;br /&gt;Man i spent the whole freaking day sleeping if not reading, now i am feeling damn lethargic&lt;br /&gt;The weather is also getting more and more humid man, what the hell is happpening??&lt;br /&gt;Are we seeing the first real instance of global warming?&lt;br /&gt;Oh NO!&lt;br /&gt;we are burning..............HElp HElp !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-111487251456165716?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111487251456165716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111487251456165716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111487251456165716' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-111433391190546187</id><published>2005-04-24T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T17:11:51.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a rather busy weekend for me, ok not really busy, rather eventful.&lt;br /&gt;Went for a movie yesterday- the interpreter.&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad movie I guess, the acting is good however the plot seems to have a few loopholes here and there.&lt;br /&gt;I still don't quite understand the whole story, but it doesn't really matter all you need is a vague idea who is good and who is bad and that's enough.&lt;br /&gt;So watch this show with you brain at home, don't think too much and enjoy it for what it is, good acting with plenty of human emotion and interaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been five days since I started messaging her, I think everything is coming along fine. Its surprising that she is so easy to talk to despite us not really knowing each other. I hope I don't jump into anything prematurely with any assumptions. But she seems really nice and I guess a good friend to have.&lt;br /&gt;We chatted till three last night talking about stuff that really had no value, just crap and stuff. Just a light hearted conversation seemingly between pals who have known each other for ages. But ironically we have not even met.&lt;br /&gt;Liking someone I have not met have not seen, it seems I fallen in love with a person for not how she looks but for who she is. Scared that if I see her my whole impression would evaporate from this realm of perfection to one of harsh reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-111433391190546187?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111433391190546187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111433391190546187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111433391190546187' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-111362143295105952</id><published>2005-04-16T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T11:20:43.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/143/4353/320/636619314203_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/143/4353/320/636619314203_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh this a not so good photo of me in uniform, the ranks are of course are not mine yet.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully i will get this rank in 9 months &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" 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/6617612-111362143295105952?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111362143295105952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111362143295105952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111362143295105952' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-111344657223042590</id><published>2005-04-14T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T10:42:52.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys! Weird huh? I am actually blogging on a weekday.&lt;br /&gt;Yeh, I am on MC and would be due back in PA at night, just thought I would relax with a little blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Had a high fever yesterday, so I reported sick. The procedure for reporting sick in PA is completely different from Tekong. We don't have a MO (medical officer) so basically this van comes along and sends you to Toa Payoh polyclinic. I have never been to a polyclinic before so for me it was quite a unique experience, luckily there was this one guy reporting sick too so he some sort of guided me through the process.&lt;br /&gt;Then something weird happened while I was in the pharmacy getting my medicine the Malay girl at the counter, the pharmacist or nurse- whatever you call them, asked me if I was from Huamin primary school.&lt;br /&gt;I was like what the hell, how did you know. I gave this spastic look on my face and asked how did she know. She then said that she remembered me being in the EM1 class and that she was in EM3, Man I mean I have not even seen her before in my life, or rather I have seen her but just don't remember. Yeh so I just gaped and stared blankly for a few seconds before saying a meek goodbye and proceeded to call for the police van back to PA.&lt;br /&gt;I mean how often do you get that, someone who recognizes you but you don't know who the hell they are, and furthermore it was all the way back in primary school. That was 6 years ago. Do I really still look like the way I was back in p 6??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was also the day for the 'b'division boys rugby third place playoff and finals. SJI unfortunately lost to Unity Secondary, too bad I was not around to watch the match however I did managed to catch up with one of my teachers who I bumped into on my way out of PA for home. Glad to know he still recognized me and even praised me in front of my juniors, haha "soon to become inspector". Felt good after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh I think I have written too long going off now.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-111344657223042590?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111344657223042590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111344657223042590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111344657223042590' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-111312919523683449</id><published>2005-04-10T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T18:33:15.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeh its Sunday again, the weekend just seemed to whizz by.&lt;br /&gt;Whoever said how time flies when you are having fun, is so damn correct.&lt;br /&gt;As stupid as it sounds time seems to move at varying speeds. It moves super fast during the weekends but bloody hell slowly during lessons or while one is at work.&lt;br /&gt;Every weekend its always the same case for me, desperately hanging on to ever freaking second.&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess this weekend was quite eventful as compared to my other weekends.&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at Jack's Place with my family on Saturday, yep, ate a hell lot and of course the bill was quite enormous. I mean we are not very rich family or anything so a hundred plus bill for dinner is quite rare.&lt;br /&gt;I have to applaud the aunt who took our order though, she just kept on speaking and speaking non-stop, you know the type of people you want to say stop and let me think but they just go on on on on on on.......................&lt;br /&gt;Yeh so she kept introducing all this stuff like fruit juices and salads and before we can say anything she would go like, yes ok?Yes?Yes??.&lt;br /&gt;She was not even asking a question!, all we could do was look back blankly and nod our head and there we just ordered an extra side order. Some sort of hypnotic power.&lt;br /&gt;yeh..&lt;br /&gt;Its kind of sad sometimes back in camp when you know everyone is messaging furiously and freak you have no one to message too. Its not like you don't have friends or anything but its sometimes like, what do I say, and wouldn't it be weird if I just messaged someone out of the blue.&lt;br /&gt;It gets kind of depressing after a while, being out of touch with the world.&lt;br /&gt;And the worse part is when you are finally free on the weekend you have nothing to do, so to you guys if I have been like pestering you or something to go on, hope you don't mind yeh.&lt;br /&gt;Well see you guys next week, off to police academy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-111312919523683449?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111312919523683449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111312919523683449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111312919523683449' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-111302386773421190</id><published>2005-04-09T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T13:17:47.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its the weekend again! Whoooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;It has been a rather tiring week, not physically tiring but rather mentally tiring.&lt;br /&gt;Been having a lot of lectures on police procedure and the penal code, quite interesting though.&lt;br /&gt;However its quite ironic that whilst it states that in the penal code that intentionally causing the miscarriage of one's unborn child is chargeable with a ten year sentence, abortion is still legal in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;I mean isn't it really the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is killing an unborn child different from killing a child, the truth is there is no difference. Both are living beings, with their individual characteristics and personalities, each possess a soul a life, a gift.&lt;br /&gt;To deny or destroy a life on the basis of inconvenience is unjustifiable.&lt;br /&gt;The main debate centers mainly around the question when does life begin.&lt;br /&gt;Is it when the central nervous system begins to form or when fertilization takes place.&lt;br /&gt;However if we continue to debate over this question, we are really missing the main focus of this abortion issue.&lt;br /&gt;That is the irresponsibility of society. The fact that we are indulging in sex without the thought of consequence or basis for our actions.&lt;br /&gt;Basis which is entirely wrong that sex is now not out of love but lust and consequence which is the creation of a human life.&lt;br /&gt;Its an altogether beautiful thing but somehow we have defiled it that is now seen as an act of shame than that of sacredness and love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-111302386773421190?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111302386773421190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111302386773421190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111302386773421190' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-111252061661534697</id><published>2005-04-03T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T17:30:16.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/143/4353/320/200px-Pjp2c.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/143/4353/320/200px-Pjp2c.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pope John Paul II Shepard of the people&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-111252061661534697?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111252061661534697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111252061661534697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111252061661534697' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-111192279763779585</id><published>2005-03-27T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T19:39:11.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/143/4353/320/100_0288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/143/4353/320/100_0288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter Sunday, yes I will be going back to camp in about an hours time. Though I dread it I guess you just have to look upon it positively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice!, Christ is risen from the dead. I just felt this picture would be suitable for this day. The beauty of nature and of course life. Maybe sometimes we are too caught up with our lives that we forget to true beauty of it, sounds ironic doesn't it.&lt;br /&gt;This tree is just outside my bedroom window, it goes through different phases through the year. Sometimes it is like now full of greenery, seemingly strong and robust. Other times however it can be found brown and almost bare of leaves. Guess that's how life is, sometimes we are happy and at other times we go through tough times. However no matter what life still continues just like this tree, do not be too caught up with the troubles of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the poem from JRR Tolkien- All woods must fail, the darkest of times will pass&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-111192279763779585?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111192279763779585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111192279763779585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111192279763779585' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-111182179763381943</id><published>2005-03-26T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T15:27:09.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/143/4353/320/jason.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/143/4353/320/jason.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec 4 &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh this is me back in SEC 4 guess i have changed a little since then.&lt;br /&gt;Just testing this hello blogbot thingy so that i can post pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it will spice up the blog a little, maybe i will post some of my spastic pictures of me in uniform....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-111182179763381943?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111182179763381943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111182179763381943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111182179763381943' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-111176957260280879</id><published>2005-03-26T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T00:52:52.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I have just finished my first week in police academy.&lt;br /&gt;basically I have been selected for police OCS so its 9 months of hell in the police.&lt;br /&gt;There are only forty of us selected for the police OCT course and we are supposed to be the cream of the force which really sucks cause everyone expects the best from us.&lt;br /&gt;Every instructor seems to purposely find fault in what we do, which is damn frustrating, its only our first bloody week!!&lt;br /&gt;So much for the belief that police is slack, well one thing is that I won't need to be in the jungle anymore but the training is no easier than the army.&lt;br /&gt;In addition to all the physical stuff I have to sit for 11 exams, subjects range from the penal code, police procedures and so on... Lawyer kinda of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore we are expected to expect the unexpected.... Man that just sounds so freaking ironic.&lt;br /&gt;On the second day for example we were awoken at 2 am for a uniform inspection that really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;However it is quite an honour to be a police OCT I guess, furthermore I am earning 630 already which is quite a huge sum after just 3 months BMT training. But I guess you must work for the money.&lt;br /&gt;I got my first bar on Wednesday so my junior term has started, after 3 months I will than get my second bar before passing out as a police probationary inspector in December or January.&lt;br /&gt;Probationary period will be about a year before I become a full police inspector, that is if of course I pass everything and graduate.&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess it will be a lot of hard work then..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-111176957260280879?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111176957260280879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111176957260280879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111176957260280879' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-111116171918331736</id><published>2005-03-18T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T00:01:59.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok I got my e posting today, and I got the shock of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Not only did I not enter SISPEC, I am now out of the military.&lt;br /&gt;Officially I have been posted to the police.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell! What was I doing in BMTC for 3 months, why did I learn all that military crap if I was never going to use it????&lt;br /&gt;Am I going to be condemned to two years of clerical service in the police force?&lt;br /&gt;So many questions.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I did poorly on my peer appraisals I should have at least gone to a combat unit.&lt;br /&gt;Man even the most hated guy in our section became an MP.&lt;br /&gt;Ok maybe I am over reacting. There is this possibility that I may be training to become a police inspector which is not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;But even so I do feel that I would be missing out on a lot by leaving the SAF. No outfield action, no firing rockets and stuff. What to do? Guess I just have to accept.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seems envious of my posting, I seriously don't know why, why would one wish to slack his two years away and learn nothing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-111116171918331736?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111116171918331736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111116171918331736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111116171918331736' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-111103832212557761</id><published>2005-03-17T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T13:45:22.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man I am literally bored out of my skull right now.&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to do, well of course there is always something to do but its not what I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;confused? so am I.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it depressing when we wish for free time only to have nothing to do when we do have it.  Like when I was in school i would always be wishing for the holidays, but when the holidays arrived i would have nothing to do and i would start wanting for school to start.&lt;br /&gt;It seems that the human race requires to occupy himself with tasks in order to keep him from going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;So is work really a drag? if you weren't working would you have so many activities as to keep you occupied and entertained the whole time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be going for the St patrick's day celebrations in town later so maybe i won't be bored for too much longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-111103832212557761?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111103832212557761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111103832212557761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111103832212557761' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-111089804681998169</id><published>2005-03-15T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T22:47:26.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bogeyman left me both puzzled and gasping for air.&lt;br /&gt;Puzzled because the movie left me wondering what happened to the rest of the cast. There are no definite answers or explanations in the plot which makes this movie a rather confusing one.&lt;br /&gt;The plot seems to be riddled with loopholes and unanswered questions, so if you are planning to watch this movie, leave your brain at home. Just enjoy it for what it is, a series of shocks and suspense filled instances.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-111089804681998169?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111089804681998169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111089804681998169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111089804681998169' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-111072365573660040</id><published>2005-03-13T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T22:20:55.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YOZ!! I am back, most probably because I am having my block leave and I am so freaking bored.&lt;br /&gt;Yeh, so my A level results are out and as expected i did not do very well, but at least i passed.&lt;br /&gt;Always think positively..........yeh.........&lt;br /&gt;Seriously i believe that there is always a way in life, there are always second chances and secret loopholes out of dead ends.  There is no such thing as a dead end in life rather life is always full of new openings and pathways.&lt;br /&gt;Some being more difficult and longer than others, but isn't that what makes life so fantastic, each individual being different, each with separate and diverse experiences which make this world such a colourful place.&lt;br /&gt;This may sound sickeningly optimistic, but this is what i personally feel so if you don't agree with it, i say fuck off from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wants to watch spongebob the movie????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-111072365573660040?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111072365573660040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/111072365573660040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111072365573660040' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-110700496847970837</id><published>2005-01-29T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T21:22:48.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I seem to have lost some of my initial interest and flair for blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly because i am not around most of the time and basicaly cannot blog.  Secondly i am not sure if there are people still reading this thing.&lt;br /&gt;My tagboard is gone, and i am basically too shagged to write anything most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;Its been a great fun blogging but i think i may call it a day soon.&lt;br /&gt;Watch this space...maybe i will revamp this blog and spice it up or just give up on the whole thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-110700496847970837?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110700496847970837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110700496847970837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110700496847970837' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-110623818213306869</id><published>2005-01-21T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T00:23:02.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm ok i am back again.&lt;br /&gt;Only one day rest field camp is on Saturday, going to be tough got to be mentally prepared.&lt;br /&gt;This week has been rather interesting, fun even.  Got to fire a gun! or rather a rifle.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling was quite shiok, of course i was nervous the first time, especially when i was holding the magazines with life rounds.&lt;br /&gt;I mean those things could kill someone!, but after the initial shot the nervousness goes away and you are just concentrating on hitting the targets.&lt;br /&gt;Did not do too badly i guess, could have done better on the night shoot though, think my rifle wasn't aligned properly.&lt;br /&gt;Range was fun, the shooting part that is.  We had to wait like 3 hours to fire for like 10 minutes, it was terrible.  We reached back company line at 3 am on the first day and had to wake up at 6, feeling rather shagged now but i can't waste my book out.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing about being at Tekong is that there is a little light out in the field.  So we had a clear view of all the constellations.  While waiting for my turn i gazed up occasionally making sure the sergents did not notice me to admire the starlit sky.  Seldom can we see such a sight on the mainland as there is just too much light around.  Poor are we then to be soo caugth up in our technology that we miss what is truly wonderful and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-110623818213306869?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110623818213306869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110623818213306869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110623818213306869' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-110585880589501997</id><published>2005-01-16T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T15:00:05.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeh i am back again, this past week has been quite eventful i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Could not really give my 100% though, was suffering with a bad cough.  The cough seems to be spreading around, practically everyone is coughing and some with high fever.  Good thing we did not have much physical exercises, mostly IMT shooting.&lt;br /&gt;Getting a little sick of army though, yeh its interesting to learn all these new stuff but to think that i am training for two years in a skill that i will most probably not be using just seems to be a total waste of time.  Trust me staying in camp for week after week gets monotonous after a while.  At least next week there will be range shooting so guess i will be occupied.  Just hope i get rid of this cough fast.&lt;br /&gt;Field camp will begin next saturday followed by SIT test, only three more weeks.  Hope it will past by in a flash and i will get my 6 day break during chinese new year.  Yeh really looking forward to that break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its about three now have about five more hours before i book in, going of to rest, see you guys next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-110585880589501997?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110585880589501997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110585880589501997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110585880589501997' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-110520031804469679</id><published>2005-01-08T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T00:05:18.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, its been a long time since I last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;Well can't really help it with this army stuff, and my computer conked out on my last book out. Well its back to working order now.&lt;br /&gt;Its been fun this last week except for the fact that I booked out just two hours ago and must be back tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;Done and passed my TH test now looking forward to my range shooting. Should be fun, supposed to be really tiring though.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this eerie experience I had in camp, could not sleep one night and at about 2 am there was this marching sound, then my bunk door just slammed shut.&lt;br /&gt;Man, almost peed in my pants, I woke my friend up after that, after we went to the toilet the sound stopped though.&lt;br /&gt;Heard that this was common in my particular company, even so it was quite frightening.&lt;br /&gt;Not only me but a couple of my bunk mates too hate similar if not more harrowing experiences. It was quite thrilling though I must admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My training schedule till Chinese new year is really packed, most of my weekends are all taken up, Damn!, but what to do? So don't expect too much from my blog.&lt;br /&gt;It can get quite depressing at camp sometimes especially when you have your handphone but no one to call or message. The secret however to have a relatively good time in camp is to basically pamper yourself. Bring books, powder, the essential stuff, and just keep looking forward to your next meal. Time seems to pass a lot faster that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing my platoon mates are quite a fun bunch except for some exceptions here and there. Thing is you just need to accept everyone for who they are, you can't afford not working well with some one you see everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Army is also quite a good thing, for one it I feel for one has brought me closer to God, I am actually for the first time in my life reading the Bible on my own accord in camp. So I guess its not too bad.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-110520031804469679?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110520031804469679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110520031804469679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110520031804469679' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-110403771584755557</id><published>2004-12-26T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T13:08:35.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas! people or rather happy Boxing day!&lt;br /&gt;Yeh christmas has been great, went to church on christmas eve night then on christmas day went to hang out at suntec before going to my Aunt's place for our annual Christmas gathering.&lt;br /&gt;Cool to see everyone again and the newest addition to our family, my neice Nicole.&lt;br /&gt;My cousins were teasing me about the NS thing most of them ORD just this year and i just entered, damn.&lt;br /&gt;My name is now officially Recruit Jason.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh will be booking in later think i will go rest for a while before i start packing all my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-110403771584755557?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110403771584755557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110403771584755557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110403771584755557' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-110387390845461431</id><published>2004-12-24T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T15:38:28.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo people I am back! For the Christmas holidays at least.&lt;br /&gt;Well the past two weeks have been fun, met some nice people in camp and really had quite a fun experience.&lt;br /&gt;Got to hold rifle field pack and all that stuff not bad.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the discipline and scolding which can't be avoided I think army life is really quite a good experience, it really teaches one to be independent and be adaptable to the many different people one meets.&lt;br /&gt;Finally it also makes you treasure your family much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Kok Wai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dear Kok Wai, you have been a good friend, though I only knew you for about a year or so we had some good times together. The movies we jokes we shared and all the fun times we had as the guys of class 1303. Feel a bit guilty though as I did not reply your last sms, sorry. Your CDs are still with me hope you don't mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-rock on- in memory of dear friend Kok Wai (passed away 20th December 2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-110387390845461431?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110387390845461431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110387390845461431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110387390845461431' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-110269019646342815</id><published>2004-12-10T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T22:55:32.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day5- See you Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh so will be away for a while so no more Blogging for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Just keep tagging to keep the chatterbox alive yeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-110269019646342815?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110269019646342815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110269019646342815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110269019646342815' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-110260452771823795</id><published>2004-12-09T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T23:02:07.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day4- Love&lt;br /&gt;Today i will attempt to talk about love, yes i am neither experienced in all this BgR stuff nor have any real knowledge about it but i will just try to put in my two cents worth.&lt;br /&gt;Today the subject of love is very blurry, no one seems to truly know anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;People are doing things only people in love should be doing and often out of acceptable circumstances. Love has been degraded to a lie to get satisfaction for one's lust.&lt;br /&gt;Sex too has been made into a form of cheap entertainment, purely for recreational purposes. Love that was supposed to go hand in hand we this beautiful and altogether sacred expression of love is presently largely lost in society.&lt;br /&gt;We need to reflect and deeply search and find the reasons for this obvious lack of simple morality in society.&lt;br /&gt;We cannot keep ignoring the fact that millions of lives are being lost each year before they are even born.&lt;br /&gt;Love i believe is what basically distinguishes us from animals, we are able to feel for each other, to form deep physical and spritual bonds with our partners. To lust is but the animal instinct deep down in us, to give in to lust basically ascertains the fact that one is an animal. Simple as that, humans are moral beings with a concionsce, our instincts do not control our actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i am writing so harshly because i have never been in a situation whereby i have faced such temptaion, but isn't that the whole point? To not do something then do not put yourself into a situation whereby you cannot control yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Love Litmus test&lt;br /&gt;If someone pressures you into having sex late at night at a secluded stairwell-------Not love&lt;br /&gt;Marriage--------More often then not-Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Peace out-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-110260452771823795?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110260452771823795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110260452771823795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110260452771823795' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-110255663281614083</id><published>2004-12-09T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T09:43:52.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Day 3- Mortality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This posting is a little late, came home late yesterday and was just too tired to blog. Along we with my promise of a posting for these five days here it is.&lt;br /&gt;Ever realized that when you were young the thought of death seldom came into one's mind, we had years and years ahead of us, death seemed so far away. As one gets older though the realization of one's mortality becomes more and more apparent. I am already 18 years, there is so much more to do and become, will I be able to fulfill my dreams?&lt;br /&gt;These are pertinent and altogether sometimes worrying issues in one's life, there is also the undoubtedly not really fear but uncertainty when it comes to death.&lt;br /&gt;For me I being catholic believe in hope, a Christian hope that salvation would come.&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone believes in Christianity so I will try to be as secular as possible. For me I feel that it is not the issue of when you die but rather how you have lived your life.&lt;br /&gt;Because if there is one thing I can guarantee you is that you will all die. Surely.&lt;br /&gt;Life is not about doing everything but rather living up to how you wish to live. To do that direction is the key, sadly however direction is sorely lacking in this incessantly high paced world of ours. Everything is going by so quickly that we have little time to collect our thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Time to recollect and reflect is becoming ever more important today, children are maturing faster than they should, people are killing themselves just to live up to their 'standard of living'. Is this really how you want to live?&lt;br /&gt;To reflect not only sets you on the right path but lets one correct oneself, self rectification if I can say so. Looking at the youth of today it is disturbing to see how little direction they have. I myself and guilty of this for many a times I no not what I want and why I do things.&lt;br /&gt;Pre-marital sex, teenage pregnancy born out not of love but of lust are just examples of the lost in direction in today's world. The value of money over morals, and the wave of new technologies that do not bring mankind to a better more moral and enlightened society.&lt;br /&gt;How then you might ask are we supposed to live properly in these circumstances?&lt;br /&gt;My teacher once called upon us to do this reflection. Imagine and think of what you want people to say about you at your funeral and work towards it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-peace out-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-110255663281614083?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110255663281614083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110255663281614083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110255663281614083' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-110243164442686725</id><published>2004-12-07T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T23:00:44.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Day 2- People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I have been fortunate enough to have come across many different people, from many different backgrounds.&lt;br /&gt;Basically it is through the people we meet that we are able to grow and mature in our thoughts. Its ironic sometimes just like what David Henry Thoreau wrote, we pay so much for our tuition in school while we learn so much more from through the discussions and conversations we have between friends and teachers alike.&lt;br /&gt;To know a great many different peoples not only expands your horizons but also makes you more in touch with the world around you. To stick with only one type of people only gives you a one dimensional and often singular outlook towards life.&lt;br /&gt;Take for instance the different philosophies in life so adopted by my friends in Secondary school and those from the people in my neighborhood. My secondary school friends often see themselves being high achievers being somebody in the world; to make a difference. Idealistic and altogether honorable. While my friends in the neighborhood seek and see themselves in a much more simple life, a decent job just to get by, living each day as it is.&lt;br /&gt;Which of course is your selected pathway is up to you, but the point is this, different people with different views make this place an altogether more colourful world.&lt;br /&gt;In touch with people from different financial backgrounds too exposes one to different lifestyles and an education on etiquette in different environments.&lt;br /&gt;To know only people from one particular 'breed' is not only boring but detrimental to one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though one might say friends come and go, to not have any close friends out of suspicion or fear is silly. To not have friends is probably one of the worst things one can experience, solitude, though one might enjoy it sometimes is not the way how we Men are meant to live.&lt;br /&gt;Solitude though good for quiet contemplation and workings of our mind regarding issues of consequence also brings a often singular and self centered outlook towards various issues.&lt;br /&gt;Only through deliberation and conversation can we fully mature and smoothen out our beliefs and values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-peace out-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-110243164442686725?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110243164442686725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110243164442686725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110243164442686725' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-110234620200870610</id><published>2004-12-06T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T23:16:42.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Day One- The Future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been one to work hard, plainly I am a slacker. I take pride in being able to do the minimum and be able to just get by. This is the has been the story of my entire school life, in Secondary school for example, I was perennially close to last in my Upper Secondary class and really only sat down to study few weeks before my O levels. I scrapped by with a decent 10 points.&lt;br /&gt;Then there came Junior College, again I just did the bare minimum, did my tutorials ( ok not everyone) and just hoped to pass my tests. Of course my grades suffered because of this and now I am rather nervously awaiting my A level results.&lt;br /&gt;The true fact is now apparent, no matter how smart, in intelligent or witty you are there is always someone as intelligent, smart and witty as you are if not even more so. To truly stand out it takes none other than ambition and the willingness to strive for it.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you have heard this time and time again from your teachers, parents, motivational speakers etc...... But you cannot but help to admit the true fact in these words.&lt;br /&gt;The true realization and impact of these words only came to me these few days. It was not through some motivational speaker or teacher that influenced me but rather the normal people I meet everyday, my friends and even strangers.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly my friends, caught up with some of my secondary school classmates and they were all doing pretty well, special papers and all that, they were being offered scholarship after scholarship. Why so? Surely they are no more intelligent than I, we were in the same class, some for all my four years in Secondary school. The fact is this, you work you get it, if you do not you don't, plain and simple.&lt;br /&gt;Why should I be satisfied with mere averageness or mediocrity, why just do what is enough, why not go out there and live up to your full potential?&lt;br /&gt;I was at Lido today with my one of my friends, while munching on a subway this uncle who was working at the Long John Silvers asked to join us as there weren't anymore seats. He engaged us in a polite conversation. He was an old man, 65 years old, he looked no different from any other person but the thing was this, this man who was frying fish at 5 bucks an hour had a PHD!&lt;br /&gt;He was a retiree and was just working as he said, "for the fun of it" He lives in a bungalow along seletar and has a monthly pension of a thousand plus dollars, it was like what the hell was he here.&lt;br /&gt;As he spoke I came to realize why he was willing to put himself, a PHD former lecturer of economics at Malaysian University, under the charge of a manager who I think probabably does not even have a degree. The reason was this, he wanted to try new things, occupy his time, and just be the best he could.&lt;br /&gt;As we spoke, I could see he was a one who values education and knowledge a whole lot, probably more than any of us. He emphasized repeatedly on the fact that knowledge would get us far in life, probably he noticed our generations almost indifferent attitude to studies. To him knowledge is not just some piece of paper for you to get a job, it is a life skill something that will get you far and something that is for one truly yours.&lt;br /&gt;He encouraged me repeatedly over our side conversations regarding Arsenal football club to study hard. "Study hard, work hard and they ( MNCs, opportunities) will find you.."&lt;br /&gt;Not only did he encourage us and advice us on the importance of our education but also on the fact that indeed we, Yes we, are the future. It is up to us to run this place. He said he being sixty five couldn't do much at this point in time, basically his time is over, it is now up to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see in his eyes, a sincere hope for us to succeed, not to waste our live on some doldrum pathetic job like frying fish but rather to be someone and make a difference. It is only through such frank conversations can you truly feel the full impact and experience the very hope the older generation has on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finished his lunch and before he left he said this, "people can steal your money (rob you), but knowledge is yours, no one can steal it"&lt;br /&gt;He went back to his business of frying fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are free hang around Lido Long John Silvers around lunch time, you might see him. Seriously it is no waste of time in talking to him.&lt;br /&gt;The people we meet ultimately influences us in the way we think and live our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Peace Out- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-110234620200870610?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110234620200870610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110234620200870610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110234620200870610' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-110225667362316371</id><published>2004-12-05T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T22:24:33.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog will officially be undergoing a period of comotost (is that how you spell it?)  from the 11th of December onwards as I will be entering the army. So to celebrate this I will be having a countdown on my blog. A new post for each of the five days before December 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly I need to thank all you loyal supporters and readers of my blog, really, there isn't any sense in blogging if basically no one reads it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;What to expect over the next five days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Photos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Personal writings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Passion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wanderings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;check back tomorrow -peace out-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-110225667362316371?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110225667362316371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110225667362316371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110225667362316371' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-110216772387554454</id><published>2004-12-04T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T21:42:03.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling damn sleepy today, totally in a daze for much of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Must be because of the weather, just so humid can't really sleep well at night.&lt;br /&gt;Strange thing is that i can sleep better in the afternoons than at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh try visiting this site &lt;a href="http://www.crazythoughts.com"&gt;www.crazythoughts.com&lt;/a&gt; is quite funny, just a list of questions that no one ever asks and no one really knows the answer to.  Great when you have nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lack of ambition the worst disease a men and this time i mean us men can suffer from.  To live for nothing but the very sake of living is probably the worst thing anyone can do (this of course applies for everyone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-110216772387554454?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110216772387554454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110216772387554454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110216772387554454' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-110208718433833100</id><published>2004-12-03T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T23:19:44.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This entire day has been one big rush&lt;br /&gt;Morning went jogging&lt;br /&gt;Rush to meet Joe Han for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;Then rush to meet friends for a movie&lt;br /&gt;Then rush back to Joe Han's place for soccer before ending the day with Monopoly&lt;br /&gt;Damn i suck at Monopoly&lt;br /&gt;At least i was occupied for the entire day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polar express is a great show, yes a little bit childish but well there is a kid in all of us.&lt;br /&gt;The animations were stunning, and i felt the movie had a really feel good feeling to it.&lt;br /&gt;you can't help going into the movie and coming out feeling all christmasy.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it is good to be a kid.&lt;br /&gt;No worries, no planning ahead, being happy with just what you got (note: does not apply to spoilt brats)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing is believing but sometimes the most real things are things that cannot be seen.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to believe that there is some magic in this world, not that lame shit stuff that Daivd wathshisname, but magic, you know chirstmas magic and the easter bunny and the all the other magical creatures and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-110208718433833100?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110208718433833100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110208718433833100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110208718433833100' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-110173849666109090</id><published>2004-11-29T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T22:28:16.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" Morning is when i am awake and there is a dawn in me.  Moral reform is the effort to throw of sleep.  Why is it that men give so poor an account of their day if they have not been slumbering?  They are not such poor calculators.  If they had not been overcome with drowsiness, they would have perfomed something.  The millions are awake enough for physical labor; but only one in a million is awake enouogh for effective intellectual exertion, only one in a hundred millions to a poetic or divine life.  To be awake is to be alive.  I have never yet met a man who was quite awake.  How could i have looked him in the face? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walden&lt;/em&gt;, Henry David Thoreau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplicity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-110173849666109090?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110173849666109090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110173849666109090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110173849666109090' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-110165483189541590</id><published>2004-11-28T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T23:23:15.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bloody hell my original post did not come out.&lt;br /&gt;Was watching a rerun of Ed today.&lt;br /&gt;I must say it is indeed a really good show and you guys with cable should really watch it. For one it actually deals with real life issues, issues totally relevant to us. Not like those lousy soaps like the Bold and the Beautiful or the senseless reality programmes that basically don't mean crap.&lt;br /&gt;The episode I watched today basically dealt with life, our mortality. In the show there was this man who after a near death experience woke up wanting to do everything. To be somebody, make waves, make an impact in the world. So he adopted this do everything philosophy, trying basically everything from literally riding off into the sunset and bowling naked. Ok so this may seem unrealistic but I feel that the character actually spoke a lot of sense.&lt;br /&gt;We have one life, so why not try everything?&lt;br /&gt;Then there was another scene in which students in a literature class were studying &lt;em&gt;Walden, &lt;/em&gt;and how one guy found what he felt was the answer to life. That is to simplify.&lt;br /&gt;Basically the answer is this, Why kill yourself with work and everything just to get stuff, just get rid of the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Man that was just so insightful, just give up the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;In the episode Ed was also undergoing through a sort mid life crisis, where he desperately tried to relive his youth before coming to the acceptance that he was indeed getting older.&lt;br /&gt;The realization of ones mortality can be both a frightening and all together good thing. Frightening not because of death itself but rather its uncertainly, and a good thing because it directs your life. To live your life as a passenger in transit is probably the most frightening thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy I don't care what in your life, is probably the most important thing, to have something you believe in and adhere to. I don't care what you believe in whether it is God or Money or Sex whatever just have something in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am going to Woodlands library to borrow &lt;em&gt;Walden&lt;/em&gt; tomorrow, seems like a really interesting read, I will come back and tell you if I get any insights from the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world needs&lt;br /&gt;a little more compassion&lt;br /&gt;a little more love&lt;br /&gt;a little more idealism&lt;br /&gt;a little more direction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-110165483189541590?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110165483189541590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110165483189541590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110165483189541590' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-110165378940376465</id><published>2004-11-28T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T22:56:29.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-110165378940376465?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110165378940376465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110165378940376465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110165378940376465' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-110157309916950012</id><published>2004-11-28T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T00:31:39.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Does anyone want to watch the polar express with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the second time i messaged her and again no reply, damn.  Maybe like what Zhenhui said, i just got the wrong number cause i don't think she is someone to just snub another person.  This is killing me; all these questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paradox of prayer.  Pray as though everything depends on God and work as though everything depends on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-110157309916950012?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110157309916950012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110157309916950012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110157309916950012' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-110138843654212545</id><published>2004-11-25T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T21:13:56.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally the last paper, well officially my JC life has ended I guess, unless of course.....&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I went home after the paper and had a talk with my mum about the future and about those financial plans she has, supposedly just to keep me informed.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I went to orchard after that to watch the movie The Incredibles, not a bad movie however contrary to what my friends say I did not find it that funny. It was good though, highly entertaining and also thought provoking. This line really spoke to me- saying everyone is special means no one is.&lt;br /&gt;I also like the way the story was both deep yet light hearted, especially the way they explored what it means to be yourself; the search for one's identity.&lt;br /&gt;The question is who am I, really, ask yourself who you really are, do you really know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeh there wa this crazy woman on the bus on my way home, not sure what was wrong with her but she was spitting and scolding vulgarities at Malays.  She even tried the hit a malay lady resulting in a fight on board the bus between the crazy lady and the husband and his children. &lt;br /&gt;Man, it was frightening, was actually preparing myself to strike should she come and attack me, i do look malay after all.&lt;br /&gt;Singapore seems to be full of nutters nowadays, people may blame the stress and all that crap but really i think it is because we are becoming increasingly self centred that we do not give people enough attention and love.  What is money if you do not have a fulfilling life, why work like hell but not get to enjoy and experience life.&lt;br /&gt;Money is such everyone needs it but there is never enough so we work like shit so we can relax but we can't relax cause we are spending all our money on our holidays so we work even harder........................it just goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-110138843654212545?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110138843654212545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110138843654212545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110138843654212545' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-110121592400368311</id><published>2004-11-23T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T21:18:44.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok I really hate to admit this but I think I have a serious infatuation problem here.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell cannot believe I actually waited for her to reply which she never did.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell? Cannot belief I can be reduced to such a state over someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway I tried to occupy myself with things to do today, you know just to get my mind of things. Morning I went to visit my friend to hang out and basically watch the AND 1 mixtape 6.&lt;br /&gt;After which went to get my hair cut and rounded of the afternoon with some table tennis and basketball, and tomorrow I am going for a swim, yea. I even found 4 bucks on the ground on the way to Northpoint.&lt;br /&gt;...crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me from this prison&lt;br /&gt;Lord help me get away&lt;br /&gt;Only you can save me now&lt;br /&gt;From this misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is taken from the song&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;heaven&lt;/span&gt; by the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;los lonely boys&lt;/span&gt;, its a good song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-110121592400368311?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110121592400368311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110121592400368311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110121592400368311' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-110112547860308985</id><published>2004-11-22T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T20:11:18.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok so after some wheeling and dealing on my part i managed to get my sister to help me get "her" number for me.  It was not too god though cause according to my sister she was kinda freaked out and the only reason she gave the number was because it was my sister.&lt;br /&gt;Man am i that freaky, ok don't answer that.&lt;br /&gt;Seems that i always do something stupid when i am around girls, i either shy away or just do something stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I need help here, i bet its in my genes this thing.  My father only had one girlfriend by the way, am i cursed to be a hopeless bachelor???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-110112547860308985?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110112547860308985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110112547860308985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110112547860308985' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-110104337928363438</id><published>2004-11-21T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T21:22:59.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today has been a good day, woke up early at 630 and attended the first mass which was at 745.&lt;br /&gt;Seldom attend mass this early but it was quite an experience, for one I was probably the only teenager there, mostly the seniors.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so I went for some breakfast and proceeded to study at McDonald's from about 930 to about 5 when me and my friend just ran out of steam.&lt;br /&gt;The McDonald's opposite Khatib camp is really an interesting place, as in people of every race and different financial background congregate there. There are the typical heartlanders that speak the usual singlish to the more wealthy Singaporeans with their near perfect English with the occasional lahs here and there. Then there are also the expatriate, all in one McDonald's, hard to see so many different peoples under one roof.&lt;br /&gt;Its not hard to notice that there are very many distinguishing features in the way the different peoples act in public.&lt;br /&gt;For one the phrase, "stop it before I slap you" seems widely used by heartland families, often outings turn into situations of pandemonium rather than enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;While for families from the higher end of the table, discipline matters are done in a completely different way with no threats.&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure which way is best but if I feel that the way to bring up ones children is not with threats but with firm reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;Ok think you guys don't know what I am talking about, guess I would better stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-110104337928363438?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110104337928363438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110104337928363438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110104337928363438' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-110095741155887564</id><published>2004-11-20T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T21:30:11.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel them shittified today, not sure if that is a word, just don't seem to be in the mood to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;Could not sleep well last night, it was so warm in my room even though it was raining throughout.&lt;br /&gt;Then today attempted to study but just could not concentrate, too many things on my mind. First there is NS then my exams and also my horrible experience yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Never felt this way before, hope it goes away soon so I can concentrate on preparing for my paper on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Will study after church tomorrow at McDonald's and since the paper is at 2 on Monday I guess I will have enough time to finish my revision.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back on yesterday I am not sure whether I should laugh or rather cry, cry at my pathetic attempt. More often than not I think would laugh but this time I can't.&lt;br /&gt;Why is someone I don't even know affecting me so terribly?&lt;br /&gt;Never had this before.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was talking to one of my basketball pals just now, seems like I will be stuck in Tekong for the first three weeks at least and may only go back on the Holidays. Sure hope so I would really dread missing Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-110095741155887564?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110095741155887564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110095741155887564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110095741155887564' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-110085576894616568</id><published>2004-11-19T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T17:16:08.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shit man this is one big shit of a day.&lt;br /&gt;Ok chemistry was bad enough but it was nothing compared to what i did after the exam.&lt;br /&gt;So i guessed the last 10 questions, but still it was not as stupid as compared to what i did later.&lt;br /&gt;here is what happened....&lt;br /&gt;Wait! So i was saying that i had nothing to lose? that was one piece of shit advice.&lt;br /&gt;do not i repeat do not follow my advice what so ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so i was following my own advice of just doing what i wanted to do right? so i was walking to the MRT station after the paper feeling like shit and all that. &lt;br /&gt;Then i saw her walking to school.&lt;br /&gt;So then that thing about nothing to lose popped in, adrenalin was pumping, i was in the ZONE.&lt;br /&gt;So i went to talk to her, and there is where it happened......&lt;br /&gt;this was what was in my mind at that time- BLANK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and then i said&lt;br /&gt;" have you heard of angel fruitcake with seven minute frosting"&lt;br /&gt;OH MY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;so she gave me this weird stare and walked off.&lt;br /&gt;How can anyone screw it up worst than me, tell me!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;she is probably thinking i am some guy with something wrong with my head.&lt;br /&gt;Man the only good thing that came out of it was that i won't be in the school next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the stupid things i did in my life this really takes the cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-110085576894616568?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110085576894616568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110085576894616568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110085576894616568' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-110078898148354535</id><published>2004-11-18T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T22:43:01.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i managed to chat with one of the makers of the singapore streetball website and he seems to be quite a nice guy and all.  Not proud or anything, guess that just shows to never judge a book by its cover.&lt;br /&gt;Been reading Harry Potter again mostly out of boredom, should be studying for my biology paper though but i think i deserve a break.&lt;br /&gt;Basically after Monday i will be free, bring on the holidays!&lt;br /&gt;After that will be NS, so basically i have nothing to lose, i am going to do all the things i have not dared to do over this past year before i lose my freedom. &lt;br /&gt;watch out world here i come!&lt;br /&gt;Think i am using basically too often, bloody limited vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-110078898148354535?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110078898148354535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110078898148354535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110078898148354535' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-110066799240129477</id><published>2004-11-17T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T13:06:32.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;AJC a reflection PART 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Whew just got back from school, well not actually school, the paper finished at about 930 and after that o went over to Thomson Plaza to get some breakfast and just relax for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Just talking to Zhenhui about the happenings in school over the past two years.&lt;br /&gt;Two years......So fast.&lt;br /&gt;I am and was never a very active supporter or rather student of the school but I did have some enjoyable times there. Quite a number of interesting happenings if you ask me, from the incident in the toilet to the torturous PE lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the class, well sad to say I don't really know a lot much about the girls, except that they are very noisy, and some have boyfriends. Yeh that's about it....... When I can think of something more I will write- no worries&lt;br /&gt;Then there are of course the good looking people in the school, you know what I mean right, the people that just make you want to turn around and stare when they walk by. Not many in AJC but there are quite a few walking around namely yours truly...He...&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing about guys or maybe its just me, is that we go through the whole year saying "boy she looks good, maybe I should ask for her number" and we just never do. Maybe its just me, if you are different write something in the tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;I must be such a hopeless loser, can't believe it, almost one year and I have not even tried to speak to her. Damn. Well there goes my chance I guess, left only a few days in school, don't think I can do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In AJC for one the toilets are a place where lots of often funny yet disturbing things happen. Like once we were rushing to change for PE and Ken's shirt fell into one of the urinals....Man HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Of course then there is the jolly wanker you must look out for.&lt;br /&gt;Another funny thing is how the water pressure in the toilets are always so low, you press the flush and out comes this little trickle of water to wash away your stuff. I think I can do a better job flushing with my spit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm can't seem to think of anything more when I can I will post, no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My writing seems so fragmented- this is not a blog this is a mindmap of the thoughts and ideas in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-110066799240129477?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110066799240129477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110066799240129477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110066799240129477' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-110060936606484944</id><published>2004-11-16T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T20:49:26.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just have to write this&lt;br /&gt;Was just browsing around ebay.com.sg just now&lt;br /&gt;A NYGH uniform is going for sale at 40 bucks...wow!&lt;br /&gt;Who want to buy uniforms??????????????&lt;br /&gt;Bloody sickos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-110060936606484944?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110060936606484944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110060936606484944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110060936606484944' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-110060926976792042</id><published>2004-11-16T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T20:47:49.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well i have finally completed my two year course in Math C, wooohoooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;1+1=11 yeh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Don't think i did too well though, bloody GP.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i am kind of loony right now, slept at 2 am last night revising my maths.  I can't go to sleep yet though, still have my chemistry to revise.  I am awake but not really 'here'.  I am just running on my reserves and that tall cup of caffe latte i had this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Loony.........................&lt;br /&gt;Cool weather tonight&lt;br /&gt;prepare for mosquitos and beetles.  Hate beetles flying into my room, making so much noise giving me no choice to kil them.  I don't want to kill you, why must you disturb me????????????????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;Was trying to study at Mac just now, bloody Y** people make so much noise, so confident is it???&lt;br /&gt;Then some guy went to pollute the bloody toliet, think he spent 30 minutes in there, how long can you shit man, stink up the place somemore.&lt;br /&gt;I am going crazy here better get out before i write something offensive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-110060926976792042?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110060926976792042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110060926976792042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110060926976792042' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-110026533776741233</id><published>2004-11-12T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T21:15:37.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my third day of officially not doing anything related to the A levels.My so called relaxation day has turned out to be three days, hope I don't live to regret this later.&lt;br /&gt;Today I actually wanted to study but in the end.... Spent my time talking cock to Joe Han and ended up playing lan. Well at least I was relaxed so it wasn't a total waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;I think there is no such thing as a waste of time, just like they say in economics- oppourtunity cost.&lt;br /&gt;Basically life balances out. If you relax now you have to work later and if you work now you get to relax later.&lt;br /&gt;that's my theory anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be my official 'going back to study day' no more gaming or basketball for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was surfing the web the other day, obviously not studying, when I stumbled across this local basketball website (I don't know why I am writing this since none of you readers actually play basketball) anyway the site is &lt;a href="http://www.smoovejump.cjb.net"&gt;www.smoovejump.cjb.net&lt;/a&gt; check it out if you want.&lt;br /&gt;To me the creators seem to be very influenced by the hip hop, streetball, my turf, gangsta wave that is hitting the US. They even gave themselves nicknames, just like those AND1 players in the states. Think its rather lame though, having a nickname like 'slice of life' will only get you weird stares in the Singapore basketball scene. Furthermore who they think they are? Their just giving a bad rep for Singapore ballers. Now everyone well think Singapore ballers are just black American wannabe ball players. Keep it real man! Show the true side of Singapore balling culture- THE BENG CULTURE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-110026533776741233?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110026533776741233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110026533776741233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110026533776741233' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-110000308033971998</id><published>2004-11-09T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T20:24:40.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just here to slack a bit after today's biology and math paper.&lt;br /&gt;Well i found the papers doable i guess, if thats even a word, think i probably put in a D grade or C grade quality paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow day is my official reaxation day, day to unwind and just get my mind of the exams for the moment.  Think i will go play a little pool and some basketball and maybe even chill out at starbucks with a tall cup of hot chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;Starbucks is great thing is i don't drink coffee.  Think i am one of the rare few that frequent cafes and don't order coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-110000308033971998?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110000308033971998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/110000308033971998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110000308033971998' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-109962301231268838</id><published>2004-11-05T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T10:50:12.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GP is over now comes the rest of the battle.&lt;br /&gt;I entered the hall yesterday determined to write my best essay ever but I only managed a so so essay, thoughts weren't focused and I fear that I may have written out of point. The paper 2 was bad, not really confident, its quite obvious you won't be doing to well if you end up writing a shallow narrative for the AQ. I am confident I shall pass though, I hope. The thing about 'A' levels is that its not about passing but doing well and the secret to doing that is to study well in advance, well its three days to the first content paper its just too late for that, it now depends on how much I can cram and how lucky I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can finish studying in time, its going to be very tight though.&lt;br /&gt;Was watching the OC yesterday, great show, a little exaggerated though. How can one person have so many problems, its as though teenage life is so full of sadness and frustration. Maybe I am just too happy and boh chup, oblivious to what my friends are going through.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the one thing that sets OC apart from our local TV dramas is not the story line but rather the appeal and 'coolness' factor of the stars. Furthermore these people can actually act, the storyline is similar to any of our local dramas with the crying and the cliche scene where the girl is angry at her BF who tries to stop her from running away, she then reacts angrily by struggling against his grasp before finally crying and sobbing in his arms.&lt;br /&gt;A scene seen in almost every drama both local and foreign, but the difference is that our local actors just can't bring across the emotion in such a scene, often becoming more of a comedy than a tear jerking moment.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea the actress who plays Haly? Ryan's foster mum's sister, well she is hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-109962301231268838?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/109962301231268838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/109962301231268838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109962301231268838' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-109931410572657303</id><published>2004-11-01T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T21:01:45.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not sure what to write today so I think I will just give you guys a look into the typical day in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, yea so the exams are nearing. Woke up at 7 read the papers, breakfast showered and I was off to school to return Zhenhui his camera. Found an empty classroom and put in 3 hours of revision. Long John Silvers for lunch and then to Yishun Starbucks for more revision.&lt;br /&gt;Revision was going well, then not so well then was almost falling asleep. Then it something woke me right up. A girl wearing the shortest skirt I ever saw in my life walked in, now don't go thinking I often go around looking at girls legs, but with a skirt like that I can only think she wanted people to look at them. The government should ban skirts that short, distracted me from studying not that I am complaining. Ok so I tried my best to continue studying till 530, met my sis who was coming back from training and off we went to church.&lt;br /&gt;Met my uncle and my mum there for all saints day mass.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah finally on the way home in the bus I saw the so called EE Hui twin haha uncanny resemblance and equally blur hahahahaha! sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea was studying with my BBall friends at Mac on Saturday and later went for dinner at the Famous Chong Pang Nasi Lemak store. Then they brought me to the BBall court at 700+ the toughest court to play at, all the best streetballers around the north area plays there. Saw the AJC J1 basketball captain and shooting guard, man they were outclassed totally thrashed. Gotta try out my game there one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-109931410572657303?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/109931410572657303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/109931410572657303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109931410572657303' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-109895483777833301</id><published>2004-10-28T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T17:13:57.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a thousand hits on my blog what a mile stone.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank God, my parents, my friends, especially ken, Zh and all you people that i forgot to name.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeh and all you fans out there for your continuous support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you guys contributed so much i will treat all you guys to A&amp;W( if you still can find one in sg hahahahahhahaaaaaaggagaahahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i think the exam stress is really getting to us.  Take my stupid friend today, after chem prac dunno what the hell got hold of him.  Threw his lollipop into on coming traffic, hit a truck and gave this very loud bang! Shit if we get into trouble i will kill him, in uniform somemore.  Anyway we escaped to Lido to talk some cock, relieve stress yeh.  Look at some girls same old stuff, nothing much, think i will relax a little today and get back to work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-109895483777833301?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/109895483777833301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/109895483777833301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109895483777833301' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-109879732786003373</id><published>2004-10-26T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T21:28:47.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel I have studied quite a lot today think I should rest tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Still inflamed over the bloody Man u arsenal match, bloody Man u cheaters.&lt;br /&gt;Just like Rooney to dive. Bet he knows he was totally out of his league during the match, hardly touched the ball, so what he did was perfectly understandable. If you can't beat them- cheat.&lt;br /&gt;This is of course my opinion, any Man U fans out there well you can think what you want about me cause I don't give a rat's ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its quite a pity sometimes that we are surrounded by so much light, even at night. Light as in electricity, lamps and all that stuff. So much light pollution that we miss out on the beauty of the night sky. Still remember back in sec 3 when I was stuck on Pulau Ubin for 5 days and we had only star light at night. Hard to believe that one can actually still see just relying on star light. The entire area was bathed with this beautiful pale light, different from the artificial light we are so used to. Sometimes I guess we rely so much on technology that we miss out on a lot of things that nature gives us. Oblivious are we most of the time to the beauty of nature.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up early one day and catch the sunrise or just look to the sky in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-109879732786003373?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/109879732786003373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/109879732786003373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109879732786003373' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-109867556517938388</id><published>2004-10-25T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T11:39:25.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was crazy, for the first time in my JC life I actually sat down and practiced maths.&lt;br /&gt;Well guess there is a first time for everything, too bad it began so late.&lt;br /&gt;Today woke up at 7 30 with the intention to start studying by 9, well lets see its about 11 30 and I have not started anything yet, can't seem to study at home.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will visit starbucks later or that neighbourhood cafe that opened recently.&lt;br /&gt;Think I will start at 1 and study till about 6 I think that will be great, as for tomorrow I think I better find someone to study with, can't afford to waste anymore days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(gone skipping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-109867556517938388?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/109867556517938388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/109867556517938388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109867556517938388' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-109854415411192813</id><published>2004-10-23T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T23:09:14.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Unearthed my Panda passport today, have not done any campaigning for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Had it since Secondary two but so far have not done much though still a level one campaigner.&lt;br /&gt;So if you receive any WWF postcards from me don't get angry just doing my campaigning work to save the earth.&lt;br /&gt;You might wonder how much can one do from their home computer, well in fact you can actually make a very big difference.&lt;br /&gt;The panda passport thing is completely free and the campaigning is completely voluntary, the campaigning ranges from writing e mails to officials to signing online petitions. For successful campaigns check out the website at &lt;a href="http://www.panda.org"&gt;www.panda.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea was my uncle's birthday today so had dinner at Pheonix restaurant in Chua Chu Kang, food was not bad, the typical chinese dinner type dishes. Feeling a bit bloated now, ate too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in the Panda passport thing just leave a message on the tagboard and I will get back to you as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-109854415411192813?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/109854415411192813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/109854415411192813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109854415411192813' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-109845416574381512</id><published>2004-10-22T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T22:09:25.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just updated "my fiction" please go visit the link and tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;Please?&lt;br /&gt;Electrico the local band ain't too bad&lt;br /&gt;Quite how what you mah call it, snappy, yeh thats the word for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man have not been sudying last few days, even today was slacking off most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;Not to worry though will study tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-109845416574381512?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/109845416574381512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/109845416574381512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109845416574381512' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-109826794199165299</id><published>2004-10-20T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T18:25:41.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man got my enlistment letter today and well i am entering on the 11th of December.&lt;br /&gt;So basically that leaves me with two weeks party time.&lt;br /&gt;Man, but well entering early ain't so bad at least i have a lot of holidays.&lt;br /&gt;It just seems all too soon, all my plans are about wrecked.&lt;br /&gt;So anyone wants to book me tell me soon (haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-109826794199165299?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/109826794199165299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/109826794199165299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109826794199165299' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-109810612170905863</id><published>2004-10-18T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T21:28:41.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back to school for a GP mock paper today&lt;br /&gt;After that was at J8 blew my money on a novelty T- shirt&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it is worth the money&lt;br /&gt;So lets see what has happened over the past few days???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much really except that i have officially started my revision&lt;br /&gt;errrr other than that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be back next time when i ahev more to write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-109810612170905863?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/109810612170905863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/109810612170905863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109810612170905863' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-109797781248698278</id><published>2004-10-17T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T09:50:12.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-109797781248698278?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/109797781248698278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/109797781248698278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109797781248698278' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-109765576800828976</id><published>2004-10-13T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T16:22:48.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2 YEARS IN AJC A REFLECTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wednesday, two more days and i am unofficially out of AJC.&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOOO! cannot say i wasn't waiting for this.&lt;br /&gt;Met some great people in AJC and some not so great people, don't want to say who though.&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting on my two years in AJC i don't know whether to say that i made the right choice or the wrong choice.&lt;br /&gt;All i can say that the two years weren't the best.  But i guess thats how life is, no one knows what is install next.  Guess you must just take whatever comes and learn to grow and live with it.&lt;br /&gt;Experiences after all make up who you are, this two years may have had a possible positive effect on me.  Then again it could have the direct opposite.&lt;br /&gt;Being in AJC has thought me alot of things though, that some teachers aren't supposed to be teachers and that some teachers should not be teaching.&lt;br /&gt;Its quite obvious, some have the vocation and an earnest wish to mentor students whereas some just teach to earn a living or to serve out a bond.  (of course i am not implicating anyone here ahemmmmmm)&lt;br /&gt;Some are really devoted to teaching but can't teach which is quite sad.&lt;br /&gt;Being in AJC has thought me other things to, for example girls are very complex creatures.&lt;br /&gt;Certainly not what i imagined them to be when i was in SJI, never knew studying with girls would be so different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so concludes part one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-109765576800828976?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/109765576800828976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/109765576800828976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109765576800828976' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617612.post-109738360567974908</id><published>2004-10-10T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T12:46:45.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This has been quite a wonderful weekend and the best thing is that its not even over yet.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I managed to study a few chapters of my chemistry and the thing is that I actually some sort of enjoyed the experience. Think it was better for me than my friend though.&lt;br /&gt;After the journey back home from studying I met my friends at the basketball court. Then we had this 'oldies' versus 'young people' match. The 'oldies' consisted of 2 50+ guys and two guys about 30 or 40 against us, 1 16 year old, 2 18 year olds and a 19 year old. Of course we won but wow , did not expect the uncles to be so strong not to mention fast.&lt;br /&gt;Was a very fun game.&lt;br /&gt;After that I was in an even better mood.&lt;br /&gt;Then today in church during the first hymn this tall guy came and sat on the same pew as me. Lo and Behold it was Brother Michael my deputy principal for 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;Had not seen him in a long time and the best thing was that he still recognized me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea this has been a fantastic weekend, the perfect ending of course is for me to hit 4D later...&lt;br /&gt;However I am already contented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617612-109738360567974908?l=airwalk29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/109738360567974908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617612/posts/default/109738360567974908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwalk29.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109738360567974908' title=''/><author><name>airwalk29</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07508473459037713320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
