<?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-38571675</id><updated>2011-08-31T09:06:10.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempted by the bait of pleasure.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rested in Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14221894606663449795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38571675.post-5698587011470818719</id><published>2007-07-12T04:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T05:50:51.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Slept damn early yesterday. Didn't even eat dinner. Too tired from POLY50. For those who don't know, it is an event where we run 50 rounds around part of the school. One round is 600m. Okay arh, i didn't run. I was helper giving ticket to runners. After watching the teams run, got strong urge to run also. Like Thiru who ran 50 rounds all by himself. Baik siah. Salutations.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somemore next year last year in poly.(Actually 2 years time) I want to start training, starting next week. Sick, its now 5am. Since i slept so early, i didnt study for my AEIS test today. Thats why thinking of studying now, right before the test. Remember the presentation i was doing yesterday? That went okay only arh, average. Just glad its over. Next week no GEMs somemore, steady lah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been playing Battle Gear 4 alot lately. Damn fun siah. Okay arh, till next time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38571675-5698587011470818719?l=baitofpleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/5698587011470818719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38571675&amp;postID=5698587011470818719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/5698587011470818719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/5698587011470818719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/2007/07/slept-damn-early-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Rested in Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14221894606663449795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38571675.post-6577897574372309135</id><published>2007-07-11T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T00:45:15.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh my fucking god! If you happen to be reading this now, I am so happy. Because it's good to know I still have loyal fans reading my blog. As you all can see, I have not been blogging for nearly 2 months now. This is not an accident. I did it on purpose. Why? To see who my true friends really are. So if you are reading this now, let me know by tagging my tagboard and you're in for a huge treat from me. Hohoho. Okay now, back to reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Life has changed. For those who have known me for a long time, would probably have noticed more pimples on my face due to the increased amount of stuff im doing these days. Im the kind of guy who just likes to sit back and observe, look at the clouds, the sky, the stars and the moon. When i do that, I'd like to think. Think about what you ask? About everything. Recently, i have had no time to do that and therefore, i miss my old self. Fucking emo siah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;School has been shit. I feel quite lethargic and tired ever since the term break and I have been skipping morning lessons everyday except for Tuesday. I dont feel a sense of urge to study or complete tutorials any more. No motivation at all, and there comes procrastination. This might be ironical but I'm doing GEMs now. Presentation is in about 12 hours time and I have done about 5 slides. Hopefully, I get to sleep. AEIS test on thursday too, and i dont know shit about that module. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Moving on, my EZ link card mysteriously got spoilt the other day. The concession was cut halfway, luckily, i was given a refund. Got a new EZ link card with a better picture of me. Also got a new phone, so nice. I like it alot, much better than previous phone. And new pair of Levi's jeans. The most comfortable pair of jeans i have ever had in my entire life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was watching a show on MTV called "Yo Momma". Its a reality show to see whos the best trash talker in Manhattan. Laughed my head off, you guys should check it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I cant think of anything else. Just have to finish this damn presentation and get on with life lol. Tomorrow have to help out in poly50 also. No idea what im supposed to do. I wanted to add pictures but too tired. Im sorry. I want to sleep already. Jessica Alba, Eva Mendes, Lindsay Lohan and Megan Fox all waiting for me in bed. Till next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38571675-6577897574372309135?l=baitofpleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/6577897574372309135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38571675&amp;postID=6577897574372309135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/6577897574372309135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/6577897574372309135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-my-fucking-god-if-you-happen-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Rested in Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14221894606663449795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38571675.post-8225828788744069445</id><published>2007-05-25T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T23:19:24.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ruby, Ruby, Ruby, Ruby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now what ya doing, doing to me?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ruby, Ruby, Ruby, Ruby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;This song has been stuck in my head for days. If you havent listened to it yet, too bad. Anyway, finally a post from the BBW. Hahaha. One abbreviation, many different versions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Still sick, cant taste shit. Sucks big time. Since last sunday somemore, I remember. At work. I think Oliver passed it to me. I like keep getting sick arh, cannot tahan already. I kinda forgot how it feels to NOT be sick other than the not tasting anything part, if that makes any sense. Many things had happened. Again, I have been lazy. Cant remember some of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Bonding Camp, yes, came a little late, cause gotta pick up some boxes first. It was fun, should have bonded abit more though. And should have hired some strippers as well. But anyhow, it was cool. I was sick like I mentioned especially on that day. I had high fever, but managed to bring it down from 39.1 to 37.7 in a matter hours. Please dont ask me how I did it. Played street soccer barefoot under the hot sun. Got a blood blister soon after. Second time. Hurt like hell at first, but got better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;And then came the nightwalk. Everyone except for TohLin, Desiree and Michael Lian went. It was an interesting walk. Some people felt things, some people saw things, some people even smell(ed or t) things and of course, some didnt feel anything. Nothing is certain, what I saw and felt could have been a hallucination due to a blood blister or just something else is what i thought until we sat together and talked about it. Its not the first time anyway. Zaid told me an interesting recurring nightmare which left me wondering about many things. Played dai-dee, hearts and even tennis. Slept soundly after. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Toh Lin with her high pitched SCREAM woke me up sometime around 7am i think. I was seriously feeling sick then. Should be because of the wonderful dishes made by Reeve. (honestly) I thought it tasted pretty good except for the fried butter mushroom noodle. but too salty for my sick body. Thanks again to Fatin for sparing some panadol tablets. After eating them, felt drowsy, dizzy, sleepy. And slept in the MRT. And almost slept through pasir ris MRT because Oliver was sleeping too. Went back home slept till 6? Cant remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Wednesday was the Pirates of the Carribean marathon. I was sick. Yet enjoyed free refills of popcorn and drinks 3 times over. At World's end was pretty cool. Would have been much better if everyone sitting together. Anyhow, after the movie, I HAD TO WATCH champions league somewhere. It was already second half. Walked walked until heeren there found somewhere with TV. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Watched till AC milan scored the second goal and headed home sadly. Next day my mom helped me record a repeat of the champions league finals. I would have myself, but was still sleeping. Watched it that night. Liverpool was having alot of chances first half. And that goal by Inzaghi was a total fluke. And I was wondering why Reina raised his hand after Inzaghi scored. I watched the goal over and over, rewinded and paused, maybe 10 times. And i found out it was a handball by Inzaghi. Pirlo's freekick hit both Inzaghi' hand which then hit his head and deflected away opposite of where Reina dived to save. Anyhow, Liverpool played a very good game. You'll never walk alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Have done CADD e-learning, left with about 6 modules. Something bad and serious happened to a friend. Hope everything is okay. Cheers mates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38571675-8225828788744069445?l=baitofpleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/8225828788744069445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38571675&amp;postID=8225828788744069445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/8225828788744069445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/8225828788744069445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/2007/05/ruby-ruby-ruby-ruby-do-ya-do-ya-do-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>Rested in Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14221894606663449795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38571675.post-6111631936697372243</id><published>2007-05-02T06:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T06:47:41.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Its been a while since my last post. Recent happenings :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;On Wednesday(25th April), was the first day auditions for SP Crescendo 07. If im not wrong I was at MM club that day waiting until it starts. Played carrom, daidee and all those stuff. Later went to the Moberly Dance there and I chickened out. Yes I did. So many people there arh. If I were to give a speech or something like that I wouldn't be afraid arh but sing in front of a large crowd, cannot arh. Never did before also. So yes, i chickened out. I decided to go for the Friday auditions instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cant remember what happened on Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Friday, after school ended. Went MM club. Then at around 5.30 or so went to Moberly Dance. Entered and looked around. Don't know a single person. Everyone else there got people with them then they practicing with their friends blah blah. I didn't even practice arh! Make me even more nervous. Since I haven't register for it yet, I actually thought of chickening out again. BUT like the news that i auditioning spread around so fast. If in the end, never audition, sure damn paiseh. Lose face already man. So for the sake of my pride and dignity, i registered. Surprisingly I saw Qing Li(spell correct?) there. She sang quite well. Alot others sing also quite well. About 40% sing chinese songs. Then after about 30mins my turn. Woah super nervous arh. Can hear myself stuttering. I was singing taking alot of breaths then suddenly my mind block! Forget lyrics. Bloody hell. Then i was like thinking, then continue singing then mind block again. So I was like can I sing another song? Then i tried thinking of another song and I couldnt arh. Wah super embarassment siah. Seriously, after that i just say thanks and walk out of the dance room and went to the rock gym.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Rock climbing camp. My role was a group leader. I shall just highlight the main parts. This camp was reality-TV style arh. Thats why i kinda liked it. Activities and games were super fun man. And this year batch was quite shiok also. The nightwalk, Kenneth and I partnered to scare people. We volunteered for the T1 building toilet. Its actually U shaped, so the nightwalk was such that have to go in one way and go out the other way. The light switches on whenever theres movement inside the toilet via the motion sensor. So the organizers blocked off all the motion sensors so the lights are all off! Steady right. Super dark. Cant even see myself or kenneth who is like an inch away from me. We were in the same cubicle arh. After some time, we decided one person should be outside since like we dont know when to get ready to scare etc. So obviously I was the one to scare people arh. Since Kenneth very scared. Groups came, i either jumped out and shouted, creaked the cubicle doors, banged on the doors, or just stood still waiting for them to walk past then tap them from behind. Tried various methods and they all got scared from it. After Kenneth see how much fun I was having scaring them, he also wanted to have fun, so he and Ah Hao(another senior) teamed up to scare people. Yah too lazy to elaborate more arh. Oh yeah, the rock master tshirt this year looks quite cool. I might join the comp, just for the tshirt haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;And one more thing. I was just walking to the rock gym on sunday when suddenly something hard hit my mouth.  At first I was like what the fuck? This floorball just whacked me straight on the mouth at full speed. Then suddenly when i put my hand at mouth and take out, bloody like happy tree friends man. I rushed to the toilet. Scared the blood drip onto the rock gym floor.  I didnt even care who hit me arh, was damn pain. So i wash my mouth, then the sink like some blood bath. Got a gash at the back of my upper lip. Pain controllable so i also never say anything lah. I very patient and relaxed one. Even though the guy who whack me never say sorry, its okay. I forgive him. See girls, Im a good guy. =) And available too. So anyway after that, I couldnt drink any gassy/soft drinks because it burns my wound. I also couldnt smile properly cause it stretches the wound and has the skin tearing feeling. Somemore lip siah. Sensitive skin man.Then once the camp was over, bought ice cream and let my wound ice up on the ice cream. I bought vanilla, ended up like ripple. LOL. If you dont understand this joke, I dont know what to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Monday what happened? Oh yeah went swimming to get my desired body. Tiring siah breast stroke. Still need to master arh. OH YAH. Vincent and Darren called me on Sunday asking if I wanted to go Spider man Movie marathon. All 3 movies at one go for $32. Alot of money arh, but I agreed! why? Because UNLIMITED POPCORN AND DRINKS. Steady man. Can eat all the salt popcorn and drink all the coke i want. Shiokedalic siah. Oh yeah, these 2 months ALOT of hardcore shaggadelic movies coming our way. Be sure not to miss it. I actually planned on giving my comments on each of the movies but Im about to leave for school soon, so Ill do that some other time. For now, I'll just state the movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spiderman 3 - May 1st&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pirates of the Carribean 3 - May 24th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shrek 3 - May 31st&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fantastic Four 2 - June 14th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Transformers - June 28th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter 5 - July 12th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And finally Tuesday, Labour day, also Happy birthday Swati! Worked from 1.30 - 7.30. To my horror, I saw Francis at work instead of Eugene. But it turned out, he was not so bad after all. I usually dont get along with him. The trick to it is sit back, be patient, try not to talk to much, and pretty much agree with everything he says. He told me some interesting things too. And best of all he let me off about 15 mins earlier. Pretty cool actually. Went to IKEA straight after that. Was reading Bleachers by John Grisham at work and on the way home. Because of the intensity of the book I missed a stop for MRT(dropped at Hougang instead of Kovan) and missed a stop for bus. At IKEA got 5 light bulbs for the rock gym. Some of the spotlights are not working. Today in school I'll have like 3 hours to spare. And guess what, I didnt sleep at all today. Stayed up all the way till 2.30am and watched semi-finals of Liverpool VS Chelsea. Worth it man. Super intense match. I was at the edge of my seat all the way. LIVERPOOL won obviously as i had expected. Wonderful day so far. I gotta leave for school now, hopefully I dont sleep during lectures and during GEMs. Till next time fellow blog readers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38571675-6111631936697372243?l=baitofpleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/6111631936697372243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38571675&amp;postID=6111631936697372243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/6111631936697372243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/6111631936697372243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-been-while-since-my-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rested in Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14221894606663449795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38571675.post-1431300764862200452</id><published>2007-04-22T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T03:06:21.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;20th post of this blog. Beat the last 2 blogs' lifespan by a mile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Its about to be 3am. Im feeling lazy, a little sick(phlegm and feverish), haven't done my tutorials(a whole shitload). And I'm working full day tomorrow. Many reasons why i shouldn't work, but just a couple of reasons why I should work. Anyway, yesterday(Friday), after school. Felt guilty like hell. I shall summarise what happened. Went out with Darren and Vincent watch movie. Felt damn lazy after that. Wanted to go back home, but due to some circumstance, someone brought up the idea of watching another movie. So went to eat dinner at BK. Was about to message Terry and Kenneth early that I dont think I want to go, but i totally FORGOT. So sorry. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;And today(Saturday), i woke up at like noon, ate something(cant remember), then went back to sleep and woke up at like 2.45pm. Power siah. Felt good waking up in the afternoons again. And in the evening, headed down to Clarke Quay to eat with family, relatives. Alot of clubbers walking around wearing skimpy clothing. Oh yeah and the waitress at the shop was cute! Around my age somemore. Wanted to get to know her more arh, but as usual didn't. Sad siah. Food was good, service not so. After eating, took a stroll around the nicely-lighted Clarke Quay. This drunk girl bumped into me damn hard arh. I didnt even notice her walking towards me because my head was turned to the back, talking to my cousin. Then her friends were like sorry sorry. On the way home, talked to my Mom about why I wanted to get a motorbike and stuff. Then reach home watch survivor(taped). Probably the most interesting episode in like many seasons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;So i was surfing the SP website and I chanced upon this SP Crescendo 2007. Solo singing competition. And I was thinking maybe I should try auditioning for it. Many pros, and definitely many cons. And I could see where I stand in singing. That is probably one of the few things im above average at. So that was a thought that kept me awake for quite some time as you can see. I guess we'll see. I probably will have plenty of time to think about it at work tomorrow. And of course about the Japan Exchange Program as well, Vincent.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Talk more about those tomorrow after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I better go get some nice dreams now. Till next time, fellow blog-readers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38571675-1431300764862200452?l=baitofpleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/1431300764862200452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38571675&amp;postID=1431300764862200452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/1431300764862200452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/1431300764862200452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/2007/04/20th-post-of-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Rested in Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14221894606663449795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38571675.post-833633970244728178</id><published>2007-04-20T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T01:26:23.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Feeling damn lethargic for the past 3 days, plus my shoulders feel very stiff and cracks and clicks when i swing my arms around. Im getting old. Anyway, finally, last day of the week. Always look forward to Fridays. School is only for 3 hours, 9am - 12 nn. Power. Can slack. Planning to watch movie actually. The number 23. Jim carrey's thriller. I thought it was his first, but seems he had done other thrillers before. Cant wait for May. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;AOIJASODAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Lately I have been having somewhat pleasant dreams of riding a bike and tompanging people around. Ill save the details for myself. Seriously, I cant wait to get my license man. Holy shit, hairs on my back standing due to excitement already. I was thinking lowest possible cc. Maximum 250cc arh. I probably cant afford anything higher. And the tax also lah. If go past 400cc too expensive already. At first, I wanted to get car license. But get also, wont be able to drive. My dad doesnt have a car. I could rent a car, but the feeling different, cause its not exactly your own you see. But if you get your own bike, hohoho. Power lah. Anyway car license can always get after NS or whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;After the movie tomorrow, hopefully go out eat Botak Jones as I had promised Kenneth and Vincent. Birthday gift. Speaking about birthdays, its Faizal's birthday. I dont know if you're celebrating or not, but Ill give you a gift the next time we meet. Oh yeah and at 5 or 6, rock climbing. After so long siah. To be honest, i kinda suck. Right now, rock climbing not really top of my priority list but Im going because I kinda told Terry I was. Will be rude if i dont show up. Yeah, then after all that, i can go home and sleep and not wake up in the morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Till next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38571675-833633970244728178?l=baitofpleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/833633970244728178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38571675&amp;postID=833633970244728178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/833633970244728178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/833633970244728178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/2007/04/feeling-damn-lethargic-for-past-3-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Rested in Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14221894606663449795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38571675.post-5576879971938912914</id><published>2007-04-18T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:11:52.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A week since my last post. Quite alot happened. I would love to mention all these. But too lazy arh, anyway I don' think anyone in the world will be interested. Well 2 days since school started, it has been surprising lonely. Well yeah, I was with people but still somehow, lonely. I don't know man. Probably like not SMSing as much as I used to, maturing is a weird thing. Talk more on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About school now, not bad arh, modules seem to be getting more interesting. Lecturers are okay, except for one, BEST. Captain. Probably one of the most best lecturers ever siah. I was actually planning on sleeping during that lecture on monday, but did otherwise. Cause he shared all his pilot/airline stories with us. Looking forward to next lesson. Oh yah, in poly, no one really gives shit to what year you are lah. I mean I'm year 2, but its like no difference cause people don't go around asking "Eh you year 1/2/3 arh?!" And we have new people in the class, 2 guys and a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, today is FREE CONE DAY! Actually wanted to get a cone. Its Ben &amp; Jerry's man, come on. But surprisingly like nobody interested siah. Except Vincent. Once I reach White Sands, I think I literally shouted holy cow. Packed with people arh. Mostly MJC people. Once I saw that, I thought just go home and sleep lah. I did, but after dinner. I ate at around 9pm so that means i slept for about 5 hours. Now time for some random photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jn6bN0zN6hk/RiUbLOvirVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/j8AeOiSxnS4/s1600-h/DSC00013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054476036543262034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="145" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jn6bN0zN6hk/RiUbLOvirVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/j8AeOiSxnS4/s200/DSC00013.jpg" width="105" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054476697968225634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" height="151" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jn6bN0zN6hk/RiUbxuvirWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/4oQZruEvHGo/s200/DSC00014.jpg" width="119" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;During the BBQ, I got bored. So i went out to play and got stuck inside the damn trolley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jn6bN0zN6hk/RiUcSOvirXI/AAAAAAAAACE/MtJfiOQ9H9U/s1600-h/DSC00107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054477256313974130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jn6bN0zN6hk/RiUcSOvirXI/AAAAAAAAACE/MtJfiOQ9H9U/s200/DSC00107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good photography skills by Terry, of me pooling. I'm open to play poll anytime by the way, just give me a ring and I'll be there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jn6bN0zN6hk/RiUehuvirYI/AAAAAAAAACM/grxecVYQQrQ/s1600-h/DSC00035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054479721625202050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jn6bN0zN6hk/RiUehuvirYI/AAAAAAAAACM/grxecVYQQrQ/s200/DSC00035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jn6bN0zN6hk/RiUgs-viraI/AAAAAAAAACc/jbLaUH4INIA/s1600-h/DSC00037.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054481452497022354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jn6bN0zN6hk/RiUgGevirZI/AAAAAAAAACU/TDLQpci190A/s200/DSC00036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jn6bN0zN6hk/RiUgs-viraI/AAAAAAAAACc/jbLaUH4INIA/s1600-h/DSC00037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054482113921985954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jn6bN0zN6hk/RiUgs-viraI/AAAAAAAAACc/jbLaUH4INIA/s200/DSC00037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Good, The Bad, And The Ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jn6bN0zN6hk/RiUbxuvirWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/4oQZruEvHGo/s1600-h/DSC00014.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38571675-5576879971938912914?l=baitofpleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/5576879971938912914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38571675&amp;postID=5576879971938912914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/5576879971938912914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/5576879971938912914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/2007/04/week-since-my-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rested in Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14221894606663449795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jn6bN0zN6hk/RiUbLOvirVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/j8AeOiSxnS4/s72-c/DSC00013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38571675.post-6124405066996490237</id><published>2007-04-11T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:11:52.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Woke up at 5.30 siah today. Actually 6 then i woke up. But I inititally woke up at 5.30. Anyway I was late in meeting the guys and girl. Sorry again. But Marwin was later than me. We went to school to usher the freshies to their rightful seats. I noticed more girls in the MM school as compared to last year. Bioengineering had alot. After that brought the classes for briefing of the upcoming flag day. Lucky me and Reeve are together and not some unknown guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the briefing brought them to T22 and later to the SPGG. Let me cut to the chase. After that, we played pool! I think first time i played there. Not bad, tables are good and clean, balls are shiny and sticks are sturdy and seats are comfy with nice air conditioning. What more can you ask for? We played when freshies were still coming into the billard room and I think we increased their business. Cos later got freshies come and play also. Learned some tips from Reeve in pool. He is quite good as well. I wanted to challege Toh Lin but she ran off somewhere. Then after that we supposed to eat KFC or go watch movie together or something but Zaid wanted to play DOTA and all the freshie run off back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Kenneth, Terry, Reeve, Oliver, Desiree and me went to the Cathay to watch movie. Sadly, I had to leave due to some forseen circumstances. They said the movie sucked.( I wont mention the movie because I havent watched it, it could be nice in my opinion ) But Kenneth said it was not bad. They ate BK after that. Jealous siah, so long never eat BBQ Turkey Bacon. Thats about it arh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jn6bN0zN6hk/RhvPIevirTI/AAAAAAAAABk/SHYrKNrYybw/s1600-h/DSC00009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051859151624514866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jn6bN0zN6hk/RhvPIevirTI/AAAAAAAAABk/SHYrKNrYybw/s400/DSC00009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reeve as Mr Bean and me .. as the chicken! (Can hardly see me siah, damn lighting :P )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38571675-6124405066996490237?l=baitofpleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/6124405066996490237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38571675&amp;postID=6124405066996490237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/6124405066996490237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/6124405066996490237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/2007/04/woke-up-at-5.html' title=''/><author><name>Rested in Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14221894606663449795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jn6bN0zN6hk/RhvPIevirTI/AAAAAAAAABk/SHYrKNrYybw/s72-c/DSC00009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38571675.post-5046733710107167914</id><published>2007-04-07T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T01:37:27.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been one hell of a week. I got no idea where to begin. The camp was 1st-6th april. I COULD have earned around 160 bucks cash if I hadn't gone to the camp because I would be working instead. But I think it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp brought me laughter and joy and somehow even managed to rid me of my usual laziness. It was fantastic. I'll leave the emo speech for later, but for now, about the camp. The food was great! The whole camp realised how slow I eat, what to do, I like to do things too leisurely. Anyway thanks to all the cooks, chefs etc. The candlelight war was amazing, damn fun arh. But we cheat too much already arh. But still damn funny. Especially when whatsthatguysname(Michael) from Bamboozle cheer for his team. Then Reeve go imitate, then Nizam appeared then Iman also appeared. I almost died laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightwalk. Paired up with Logan a.k.a vampire. I wanted to be werewolf but got no costume for werewolf arh. So i wore something that looked like a sari LOL. But people still kenna scared. At first we were positioned near a beach where got alot of lights. But thanks to Logan's brave act we ended up deep inside some forest with no light at all to scare the freshies. At first we were in the middle of the forest. And Zaid showed us a longkang with red liquid.But then got 2 problems. One was very hard to hide because the bush was damn thorny and deep. And two was somehow we both heard footsteps coming closer from the forest and not from the path.  So we shifted to the entrance clearing of the forest. I had to do all the shouting to scare the freshies because Logan was wearing his Vampire tooth. Shiok siah. We had our laughs when Nizam and Imran just 20 metres away scare the freshies after we scared them. We had trouble finding the right place to scare them arh. Until we found the perfect spot. Once it ended, we went through the route ourselves. And we got "Father Abraham"-ed. Funny siah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The games were awesome, the bringing of the chairs to the beach were awesome too despite how tiring it was. The mummy game also shiok siah. I got to see Nizam buried, Zaids clothes tossed around and KENNETHs underwear stuffed with SAND. I didn't help his enemies neither did i help kenneth. Just watched from far. Sorry arh dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time it came to the campfire, I was damn sleepy, but became awake again when it came down to the disco night. I remember last year I didnt do much but this year, totally different story. Dance quite well I thought. I was pleasantly impressed with Oliver, Kenneth and Terry as well. Kenneth grinded a special someone. Teehee. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to know many many new people and that was great. Not just fellow helpers but freshies as well. You could say Ive learned something new during this camp. Its hard to explain actually. Im glad I went for it, and you can count on me going for more of these MM gatherings and stuff. Only if im invited of course. Till next time =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38571675-5046733710107167914?l=baitofpleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/5046733710107167914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38571675&amp;postID=5046733710107167914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/5046733710107167914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/5046733710107167914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-has-been-one-hell-of-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Rested in Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14221894606663449795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38571675.post-5700452564926460287</id><published>2007-04-01T04:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T04:48:58.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fooo. Wow. Just finished packing. Hahahah 4.30 am siah. I have a tendency to delay doing things I don't like. Totally opposite from my dad who was telling me to pack since don't know how long ago. Well anyway, its done. I have about two and a half hours of sleep left ahead of me.  And i thought, why not blog? Since i probably wont be touching the computer for the next 6 days. For those of you who dont know, Ill be helping out with FO(Fuck-off) camp for the next 6 days. My phone will still be with me, so Im still available(sms or call) if you need me. So my fellow blog-viewers, dont miss me. Yeah, like Ive been updating my blog everyday right. Sadly, nothing much has been happening with my life. I thought maybe this 2 months, I could actually meet up with some of my old and some quite new pals in secondary school. But JC prooves to be a very busy instituition i guess. Cant seem to get a hold of them JC folks. And from what I have experienced, being in a JC changed people man. Scary. Well anyway, I wanted to blog something quite "emo". But I thought better not to, at least not yet. My reputation might be ruined. Maybe after I'm back from camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, latest news. I finally cut my hair. Not what I expected, but not that bad either. Average arh. Had a totally funny conversation with this other girl and 2 of the hairstylists. We were like the last 2 customers, so they were quite slack. Quite cool man, never had so much fun getting my hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just 2-3 hours ago, Vincent msged me on MSN but he appeared offline. I think he was trying to avoid someone. Haven't heard from him for ages man. Talked to him, and I dont think he's doing too well. We discussed about what GEMs(General Elective Modules) we were gonna take. I still need some time to think though. Need to choose wisely. I want one with alot of interaction involved if you know what i mean unlike my last module Film Appreciation. It was cool and all, for lazy folks like me who loves movies, just sit back and relax. But i need more interaction man, MORE! Yeah. And Darren if you are reading this, what GEM are you going to take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also recently I've developed a strong respect for security people. Not those shopping mall or school security guard types. Those casino type of security. Been watching alot of Las Vegas lately. Damn sweet. How i wish Singapore was a town like that. Okay, my air conditioning has reached 18 degrees, im freaking freezing. And its time cover myself with a nice warm blanket and have the best 2 hours and 15 mins of sleep that I can have. Till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38571675-5700452564926460287?l=baitofpleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/5700452564926460287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38571675&amp;postID=5700452564926460287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/5700452564926460287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/5700452564926460287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/2007/04/fooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Rested in Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14221894606663449795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38571675.post-7962505452501363071</id><published>2007-03-28T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T00:48:03.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back home from the chalet. Would have stayed arh, but since tomorrow going back to school better to go back home first. To summarise the main events that happened, it was a great guy's night out arh. Although, having some ladies around for a change might have been nice as well. The BBQ was good, late night talk cock sessions and not forgetting Hicai and waiter's ghost stories.(and mine). Also kenna whacked quite alot throughout the chalet. Especially from my very good friends Hicai and Ah Hua and Fizz. But its okay man. I can take on all 3 of you! Im surprised my ribs didn't break from that ultimate crazy pile up siah. 7 people, lets say average of 70 kg, adding up to nearly 500kg ALL on top of me. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end never go Wild Wild Wet. Wild Wild Wet seemed quite fun arh, if got alot of people go will be damn fun. So ive made my mind. My 18th birthday, i treat a whole bunch of people go wild wild wet arh. Call your friends come also can. Mass party. Till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38571675-7962505452501363071?l=baitofpleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/7962505452501363071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38571675&amp;postID=7962505452501363071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/7962505452501363071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/7962505452501363071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-got-back-home-from-chalet.html' title=''/><author><name>Rested in Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14221894606663449795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38571675.post-8629434859244172320</id><published>2007-03-15T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T00:57:53.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hah, just came back home. I'll try to make this short, to show that I least make an effort in blogging. Supposed to cycle to aljunied, but somehow due to unforseen circumstances stopped somewhere at the Big IKEA. Headed to Oliver's house and slacked. I gazed at his fishes for awhile and then we played PS2. While Terry played SWAT4 on PC. Yeah, thanks Oliver for the hospitality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a number of things happened this past few days. Got my long awaited electric bass. Will get a picture uploaded as soon as I can. Also, watched the movie 300. Shiokedalic movie. Lots of action, blood etc. From this point on, I will never go GV ever again siah. Only cathay for me. Unless no choice or whatever. Long story arh. Can't wait for "Stomp the Yard". Trailer looks damn cool arh. And i like the actress. Whats her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow working. Gonna be damn bored. Till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38571675-8629434859244172320?l=baitofpleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/8629434859244172320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38571675&amp;postID=8629434859244172320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/8629434859244172320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/8629434859244172320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/2007/03/hah-just-came-back-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Rested in Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14221894606663449795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38571675.post-1884398309702484877</id><published>2007-03-02T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T00:40:20.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahahahaha. Crazy man. 18 days never blog. There were many times I wanted to but seriously damn lazy lah. Anyway today first day of MARCH. So I shall start blogging again. Yesterday, February 28, was Buttercup's birthday. And also my friend, Phira's birthday. Heard he kenna some cake action in school.&lt;br /&gt;===================================================================&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I actually wanted to do this afew days back. But no time lah, so i shall do it now instead. Please rate upon 100 please, thanks. Here goes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every fast food has its own trademark. McDonalds has the "Mc" in front of their burgers, curly fries and float for A&amp;W, chicken for KFC and double burgers and onion rings for Burger King. But for Long John Silvers, the trademark, in my opinion, is very different. When I look at my meal, the first thing I look at is NOT the number of chicken NOR the amount of fries, but surprisingly, the amount of crumbs. Yes, you heard me, CRUMBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number of chicken and amount of fries is always standard. But the amount of crumbs always varies. Normally you would get none or very few pieces. But if you're lucky, you might get a spoonful. And if you're really lucky, you might get a handful, maybe even two, if its your day. Some of you might be thinking, "They're just crumbs, what the hell is your problem?". You got it all wrong. Let's see if I can change your crumbs. I mean, mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you get a forkful of golden crumbs into your mouth, the nice smooth texture of the crumbs is felt upon your tongue. You juggle the crumbs around your tongue to sieve out the bigger pieces.The first bite is very important because thats when the first taste of the BUTTERY GOODNESS comes streaming in. The crunchiness of the crumbs gives a slow rhythm of taste, getting more tasty, the more you crunch. Once its all gone, you can't help but get another forkful!&lt;br /&gt;===================================================================&lt;br /&gt;Okay arh, quite gay. But still rate over 100 please. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to today. Working. So lonely. So boring. Until afew jokers came along. First one was a guy dressed up in a nice blue shirt with well-ironed jeans. Seem to look like a businessman. He came over to the counter and murmured. Re-enactment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BM: dasj dbd?&lt;br /&gt;Me: dbd?&lt;br /&gt;BM: yar.&lt;br /&gt;Me: im sorry, i dont quite get you.&lt;br /&gt;BM:asdjf ghg vd dbd&lt;br /&gt;Me: huh?&lt;br /&gt;BM: V-shee-D D-bee-D?&lt;br /&gt;Me:(oooooh.) no sorry, i got alot at home&lt;br /&gt;BM: dont want?&lt;br /&gt;Me:dont need, thanks anyway. byebye.&lt;br /&gt;BM: orh. adasd dbd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another one. The most hardcore intense gamer I have ever seen in my life. A white PSP in his hand he seem like he was in some virtual world arh. His mom and brother walked into the shop looking for toy. Suddenly he pop out of nowhere, started to bend down and stand up. I think trying to dodge bullets or something.(both in-game and real life) After the mom and bro bought and left the shop already, he was still there hard-core gaming. His eye never left the PSP. I peeped at the game he was playing. I hoped it was pokemon or something, that would have just made my day. But it was GTA. Quite cool arh the game. After like 10 minutes,  I thought the mom and bro would have came back looking for him. But he still hardcore gaming. So I was like "Hey man, your mom left the shop 10 mins ago". And he walked off, eyes on PSP. He banged a couple of shelves along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best things that can happen while working is when someone you know comes into the shop. Especially if they don't even know you are working there. First was Benjaming, the horniest dude in primary school. Now quite matured, maybe cause he was with his girlfriend. Haha. He was damn shocked, i was too. And today, I saw Ansley. Still as bubbly as ever siah. I think this time I was more shocked than her. Never see her for months/years. I would like to take this opportunity to thank everyone, on purpose, or by accident who have visited me while working. It seriously means alot. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38571675-1884398309702484877?l=baitofpleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/1884398309702484877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38571675&amp;postID=1884398309702484877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/1884398309702484877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/1884398309702484877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/2007/03/hahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Rested in Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14221894606663449795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38571675.post-4529200373162020628</id><published>2007-02-14T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:11:53.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, this will probably the longest post ever. I haven't blogged for days and I know many of you are craving for updates. I have been busy like hell and I shall now summarise what happened these past 6 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;7th feb(Wed)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my cousin, Manju's birthday. 14 years old. I still like to bully her. Haha. And today is also the day when the second last exam took place. Bloody whacked I tell you. I got raped top bottom left and right man. Can't really say I put effort into studying also anyway. After that, go gym with Kenneth and Darren. Massive arm training. Kenneth can be good personal trainer siah. Like when I cant do anymore bicep curls, he will like COME ON MAN! Yah after that go home. Damn shagged. Can't remember what happen after that already arh. I most likely slept or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;8th feb(Thurs)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since tomorrow got last exam. Told boss if I could cancel my work today. I could but must work one extra day next week on Monday. What the hell, holidays will start next week already anyway. So i was supposed to study but I just couldnt sit down and study. Was damn tired. Then I slept in the afternoon. Wake up quite late. Saw my sister playing game. Then i joined her. Only at about 12 midnight, i realised tomorrow, ive got no time to study at all. So i stayed awake until 4am studying for the last exam. Better be worth it siah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;9th feb(Fri)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last day of exams. And also O levels results are coming out! Wished best of luck to everyone who were recieving their results before I took the exam. I would say this paper was quite average, but some people said it was really damn hard. Maybe the last minute studying did some good. We shall see. So anyway, since today was the last day of exams, it was time to celebrate. But before that, gym, eh no, run. Kenneth, Darren and I waited for Oliver and Terry before running arh. We went over to Kenneth' house. Read some magazines, watched some videos until everyone ready. So turned out the Tampines stadium was booked, so ran around some large field. Okay arh, my stamina sucks. After that went back home, cos time to celebrate ending of exams. The guys wanted to make it formal, wear shirts. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jn6bN0zN6hk/RdH3BzEUAiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gQSKALSpd6M/s1600-h/DSC01499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031073869009781282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jn6bN0zN6hk/RdH3BzEUAiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gQSKALSpd6M/s320/DSC01499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All quite overdressed, except Terry, who claims that he looks like a const. worker or something like that. Hahaha. Then went to Yaki Yuki or Yuki Yaki, forgot already arh. You all must be damn shocked. Denan going to Japanese restaurant. Yeah, I myself damn shocked but what the hell, once in a lifetime arh. Just go for it. Personally, i dont like japanese food. Okay, back to the YY restaurant, ATE ALOT OF MEAT SIAH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jn6bN0zN6hk/RdH3iTEUAjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Emay2mxJIsQ/s1600-h/DSC01501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031074427355529778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jn6bN0zN6hk/RdH3iTEUAjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Emay2mxJIsQ/s320/DSC01501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crabmeat: Help me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jn6bN0zN6hk/RdH3xzEUAkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/R1gYWS9gnEg/s1600-h/DSC01503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031074693643502146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jn6bN0zN6hk/RdH3xzEUAkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/R1gYWS9gnEg/s320/DSC01503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jn6bN0zN6hk/RdH4DzEUAlI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WRGZ3CjYKO0/s1600-h/DSC01504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031075002881147474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jn6bN0zN6hk/RdH4DzEUAlI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WRGZ3CjYKO0/s320/DSC01504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The dangling piece of fat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jn6bN0zN6hk/RdH4XDEUAmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/7RxqqHu04hQ/s1600-h/DSC01507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031075333593629282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jn6bN0zN6hk/RdH4XDEUAmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/7RxqqHu04hQ/s320/DSC01507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Very similar clothes, but very different personalities.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My chopstick skills not that good, but i turned pro within afew minutes of practice. I would like to thank Kenneth for teaching me about the different types of meat/sushi. And told me that Sashimi cannot chew, must let it melt in your mouth, but even though I left it in my mouth, didnt melt, so I just chewed. And thanks Mark for generously placing SO MUCH meat on my plate. The amount of protein I ate can probably be sufficient for at least 3 days siah. Not bad arh the food. Although I wasnt sure what I was eating, its cool, the self-cooking thing. Then halfway, when we were starting to get full, darren and terry played some number game. Loser must drink orange juice with some meat inside and some soupy stuff all mixed together. And some other weird stuff happened. After that went over to Mark's place. Steady siah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jn6bN0zN6hk/RdH4xTEUAnI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GU-qyzhfE_8/s1600-h/DSC01512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031075784565195378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jn6bN0zN6hk/RdH4xTEUAnI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GU-qyzhfE_8/s320/DSC01512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The swimming pool looks damn shiok.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of the guys drank, I didnt. I good boy. Then I told some ghost stories. Then just talk talk arh. Then my sister called and told me they just bought SmartTV. Fucking awesome shit. After that go home. Not all fun and laughter for me, was worried about the guys who got their O level results. Everyone I know did pretty good. Im proud of them. Congratulations! Now, to top everything of, a nice picture to view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jn6bN0zN6hk/RdH6OzEUAoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/DOD03sDxO-0/s1600-h/DSC01510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031077390882964098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jn6bN0zN6hk/RdH6OzEUAoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/DOD03sDxO-0/s320/DSC01510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took me 45 mins to finish typing this post. I'll complete feb 10, 11, 12 and 13 tomorrow. Adios for now, and Happy Valentines Day ladies. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38571675-4529200373162020628?l=baitofpleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/4529200373162020628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38571675&amp;postID=4529200373162020628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/4529200373162020628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/4529200373162020628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/2007/02/okay-this-will-probably-longest-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rested in Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14221894606663449795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jn6bN0zN6hk/RdH3BzEUAiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gQSKALSpd6M/s72-c/DSC01499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38571675.post-117077951225786782</id><published>2007-02-07T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T00:31:52.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay fixed the layout of the blog. With the added "right-click" message thingy. Quite cool right. Shaggadelic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still quite nervous about the upcoming exams. Think i did damn badly for the last two ones. Hopefully the next 2 exams can do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right-click.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38571675-117077951225786782?l=baitofpleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/117077951225786782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38571675&amp;postID=117077951225786782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/117077951225786782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/117077951225786782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/2007/02/okay-fixed-layout-of-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Rested in Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14221894606663449795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38571675.post-117076726678093036</id><published>2007-02-06T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T21:23:34.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to school to study. Tomorrow exam and I dont know shit. Sure fail already arh. Halfway got distracted because of darren lah. Go visit all those sites. Haha. After that, the guys wanted to go run at tampines stadium. Actually i wanted to join arh, but buttercup was alone at home. And i had to bring her down for a walk and give her dinner since no one else at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2984/656/1600/769057/DSC01402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2984/656/320/241296/DSC01402.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ate one whole roll of fruitips. Sure gonna get diabetes one day man. &lt;strong&gt;Anyway, try right clicking on my blog page.&lt;/strong&gt; Got surprise. But because of that the whole blog thing kenna screwed up. Relac arh, i will fix it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Congratulations Ryan. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38571675-117076726678093036?l=baitofpleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/117076726678093036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38571675&amp;postID=117076726678093036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/117076726678093036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/117076726678093036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/2007/02/went-to-school-to-study.html' title=''/><author><name>Rested in Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14221894606663449795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38571675.post-117076943744390768</id><published>2007-02-06T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T21:43:57.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to gym again yesterday. Decided to go every Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Even though exams are on wednesday and friday this week, what the heck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After gymming, went back home to get ready to meet Kenneth in school. To study. Studied for a few hours already cannot concentrate anymore siah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry wanted to find a shop somewhere in Clarque Quay and Raffles Place area. He brought along a map he printed. At first only I was following him, but in the end, everyone followed Terry. Including Mark. We saw some nice sights along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2984/656/1600/575363/DSC01476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2984/656/320/208698/DSC01476.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we couldn't find it so had to resort to asking for directions. Lol. The shop is actually an outdoor adventure shop where they have events and trips heading out overseas and stuff arh. Like Mount Ophir or Kinabalu and stuff. Quite cool. The nice girl who was tending the shop was explaining to us about the trips. Terry signed up for the Mount Ophir trip. However, the group must have a minimum of 8 people in order to go. I still have to think about whether I want to go or not, since I have spent quite alot recently. But most likely I will go arh. Anyway got that nice girl's contact number in case I change my decision, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went back home and got a nice surprise. My dad brought home a catalogue one day and asked me to choose what I want cause he can get it at a cheaper price. I chose a pair of Futsal shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2984/656/1600/218197/DSC01477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2984/656/320/591634/DSC01477.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow exam. Great.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38571675-117076943744390768?l=baitofpleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/117076943744390768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38571675&amp;postID=117076943744390768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/117076943744390768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/117076943744390768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/2007/02/went-to-gym-again-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Rested in Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14221894606663449795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38571675.post-117061534240101736</id><published>2007-02-05T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T02:55:42.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to the hospital yesterday morning to visit my aunt. She was still laughing and cracking jokes which is a good thing. Anyway, thanks Oliver for working full day in my place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Wedding Anniversary to Kavitha and Ramesh! Played "Pictionary MANIA" with cousins later in the afternoon. FUN SIAH. Should hang out and play with friends one day. Its like editted from the normal Pictionary. Got stuff like hold someone else's wrist to draw and draw on someone's back and that someone must draw. Damn crappy arh, thats why its so damn fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of people commented about my new hair. Hahaha, some said I look like a bear, some said its a nice, decent change, some said it just looks plain weird. Whatever it is, I'm still me arh. Haha. Slept once i reached home and woke up at like 1.30am. And realised it was Su's birthday! Happy birthday! Asked Taufiq a couple of questions about gymming and how to get a body like Jason Momoa. Takes time and patience. The things I would do to impress girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why no one tagging the board anymore?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38571675-117061534240101736?l=baitofpleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/117061534240101736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38571675&amp;postID=117061534240101736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/117061534240101736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/117061534240101736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/2007/02/went-to-hospital-yesterday-morning-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Rested in Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14221894606663449795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38571675.post-117056061214121206</id><published>2007-02-04T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T01:41:08.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was an off-day for me. Dont do anything. Just laze around at home and do nothing. And that was what I did. It was super boring lah. I didnt even know what to do. Just watch tv, chat with the very few people online. I don't know how my sister manages. She just lazes around at home all day and has been for 2 months already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was playing Sims 2 when my sister suddenly came and watched me play. Cause she was bored. Then later my grandma also came to watch me play. Then they start commenting on me playing. Damn funny lah. For example, the sim wake up already go work, never bathe or anything. Then my grandma will be like "Eee dirty man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, i read a damn disturbing article. This is the link : http://soccernet.espn.go.com/news/story?id=406418&amp;cc=4716&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really cant stand it anymore arh. Italy. This is not the first time somemore. Siah lah, they should have their world cup title stripped. And give it to Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Valentine's day is coming. =o&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38571675-117056061214121206?l=baitofpleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/117056061214121206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38571675&amp;postID=117056061214121206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/117056061214121206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/117056061214121206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/2007/02/yesterday-was-off-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Rested in Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14221894606663449795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38571675.post-117049491315771216</id><published>2007-02-03T04:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T17:28:33.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright so yesterday met Kenneth and Darren at 10.30 in the morning to go gymming. I usually go to the tampines stadium one, but this time went to the swimming complex one. Quite nice, big, spacious and alot of equipment. No pictures because i would seem like some geek if i went around the gym taking pictures with my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practically trained every part of my body. After we all cannot tahan anymore, we left the gym. Not bad arh, I lost 1 kilo in a day. Hahaha. Anyway, we decided to go Kenneth's house to study computer programming. I really need to study since I spend lectures, practicals and tutorials by sleeping, surfing friendster and blogs or just daydreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren and I had to head back home first to take a shower and have lunch. I did, but since we had to meet as early as possible, i could only take a shower. No time for lunch. There was no lunch at home anyway. Unless I eat cereal. Anyway, met darren at 1.45pm at the NTUC. Buy 3 packets of Twisties and walk all the way to Kenneth's house. Damn long walk arh. Somemore calf hurting like mad after the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At kenneth's house, we studied arh. Eat twisties also. Shiok. His house damn windy arh. Unlike mine. I did 5 questions in past year exam paper. Asked darren for help for almost every question. He had to explain until so elaborate before I can understand siah. Sorry man. But I learnt quite alot of things. And after that I damn shagged already. I was just looking at the questions blankly instead of doing them. Then terry appeared! He late because he was eating fried rice that his grandma cook for him. I slept halfway on Kenneth's comfortable chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2984/656/1600/783132/DSC01475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2984/656/320/495656/DSC01475.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kenneth saving the plastic bag from falling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all left Kenneths house at around 4+pm due to various different reasons. Darren was meeting Mark to go Sim Lim and Terry was going rock climbing. What about me? I could follow Darren or I could follow Terry. Since I was damn lazy and just felt like sleeping, so i decided to go back home and sleep. On the way home, saw Taufiq. It's a small world. He was waiting for a friend. Talked about prison break and heroes for like 30mins. His holidays started already siah! 2 weeks ago somemore! Basket we still got one more week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After woke up, woah whole body damn tensed. Good, strong feeling, but cannot stretch too much. Later muscle tear. Watched Survivor with my sister.(For all those who don't watch Survivor can skip to the next paragraph. Lol) Yul won the million bucks siah. I think he deserved it arh. He was strategic and a good-hearted person. Ozzie was equally good arh. Winning EVERY challenge ever since the merge. Siah lah, bloody physically strong arh. But becky was like there for no reason arh. Never got a single vote to win also. Sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, then watched abit of House of wax with my sister. I can't believe she never watch before. Was explaining to her abit of the movie since we missed the first part. And just 5 minutes ago, i finished watching Superman returns. Power. Movie marathon. Now I'm gonna go sleep. Till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I officially have every Muse song ever created.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38571675-117049491315771216?l=baitofpleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/117049491315771216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38571675&amp;postID=117049491315771216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/117049491315771216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/117049491315771216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/2007/02/alright-so-yesterday-met-kenneth-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Rested in Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14221894606663449795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38571675.post-117037831928436090</id><published>2007-02-02T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T09:47:52.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2984/656/1600/DSC01467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2984/656/320/DSC01467.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Buttercup curled up on a small cushion when she has another one which is 4 times bigger.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was seriously damn lonely. So little customers, nobody to SMS. All i did was play my music out loud. I don't know if I'm just paranoid, but every time &lt;strong&gt;Muse&lt;/strong&gt; song come out, suddenly alot of customers come in. Power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2984/656/1600/DSC01473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2984/656/320/DSC01473.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just testing out the self-timer on my phone. Haha. Wah, my hair seriously damn ugly siah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have a problem making decisions on what to eat at plaza singapura. Theres practically almost every fast food there arh. McDonalds, KFC, Burger King, Mos Burger, LJS. Went with LJS again cause they're cheap and good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after work, went to check out what movies were showing at the GV and set off home. Oh yah, there's this weird bug. I came back home to my computer and have like 6 people sending me the same message asking me to click some link. Thats about it arh, Im gonna go sleep. Till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take care Syl, and get well soon!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38571675-117037831928436090?l=baitofpleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/117037831928436090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38571675&amp;postID=117037831928436090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/117037831928436090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/117037831928436090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/2007/02/buttercup-curled-up-on-small-cushion.html' title=''/><author><name>Rested in Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14221894606663449795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38571675.post-117030062070636356</id><published>2007-02-01T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T08:52:37.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First of February</title><content type='html'>Wazzzzzzzzzzzzzahhh?!?! Wah this place got cobwebs already siah! Okay, I know I havent been blogging but I can explain. Due to the tremendous amount of things happening last month, i barely have enough time. Actually got arh, im just a lazy fucker. Sorry. Anyway, here i am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the last day of the month of January, was the beloved Engineering Math exam which carried 70% of the whole module. That bloody last question was seriously out of this world and too much for me to handle. Other than that, i think i did average just like the Engineering Materials exam which was 2 days before that. Everything also average arh. After that Kenneth and Oliver crashed my pad. Oliver continued watching "Heroes" and Kenneth and I laughed our asses off at "Fun with Dick and Jane". Oliver left earlier cause his Mom cook dinner. Buttercup wanted to go out. I can read her mind. At the same time, Darren just finished his "date" at White Sands and was coming over. So i brought her down for a walk. AND I LEFT KENNETH ALONE AT MY HOUSE. WHO KNOWS WHAT HE DID WHILE I WAS GONE. Only 5 minutes anyway. So then once Darren came, we watched "Underworld Evolution" We were discussing about how artistic certain scenes of the movie was. Exciting. Found out that Underworld 3 is coming out. But the date that it will be relased has yet to be announced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay arh, stop talking about yesterday. For those who see me almost everyday for the past few days or weeks. You should have seen my hair. Its getting long, UNgelled and UNcombed. During my secondary school days, i have NEVER set out of my house without gelling my hair. Why? Because if I don't, it will look atrocious. But suddenly, these few days I like just dont give a damn about my hair. I've been thinking and I think I finally know why. Cause our class no girls. Yeah, i think thats it. No girls = No need to look good. Unless you want to impress guys arh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, today's the first day of February. I wish it would be as jam-packed and kickass as January where I did things I never imagined doing. I'll be working in about 2 hours time. Till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38571675-117030062070636356?l=baitofpleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/117030062070636356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38571675&amp;postID=117030062070636356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/117030062070636356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/117030062070636356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/2007/02/first-of-february.html' title='First of February'/><author><name>Rested in Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14221894606663449795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38571675.post-116883161164081422</id><published>2007-01-12T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T11:30:36.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was definitely a day to remember. I expected a really boring 8 hours at work after school. But it turned out to be the opposite. Seriously freaky. Okay, I'll get to that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day started really bad.&lt;br /&gt;1. School starts at 8. To reach school on time, I have to leave home by 7.10. And that was the time I woke up that day.&lt;br /&gt;2. I had a terrible stomach ache right after I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;3. And I was starving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say about school so I'll continue. Vincent was also going to the place I was going to, not to work but to watch movie with his friend. So we went together. And the rest of the guys were still in school to settle their "business".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was really boring at work so I resorted to a book I brought along. The Golden Rendezvous by Alistair MacLean. I used to love reading books when I was young but somehow along the way I stopped. I wondered why and I think its because of the public mindset from media influence that people who read alot of books are nerds or geeks. Obviously, when I was young, I wanted to be cool, so thats why I stopped reading I think. But now, since Im already cool, reading books won't make a difference.(Slight ego to make you read on. This is going to be a long post.) Anyway, bookwork actors like Josh Holloway, "Sawyer" in LOST and Wentworth Miller, "Michael Scofield" in PRISON BREAK are cool. So Im gonna add another new year resolution. Read more books. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to work. At around 2+, Terry, Kenneth, Oliver and Darren suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Quite happy to see them arh, because it was getting too silent in the shop. It seems their settling of "business" backfired and turned nasty. Cannot talk about it too much, confidential arh. Sorry. They also going to watch movie, I was jealous at first but after realising it was some mahjong movie, I was relieved. Hahaha. I was grateful that they came to visit me before watching movie, but then I realised their ulterior motive. To place their bags and belongings in the shop to come and collect it later. Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me fast forward to the time they left for a movie. It was around 4+, i think. So I went back to reading my book. (Got customers also lah, I dont just sit down and read books all day.) TO BE CONTINUED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38571675-116883161164081422?l=baitofpleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/116883161164081422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38571675&amp;postID=116883161164081422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/116883161164081422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/116883161164081422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/2007/01/yesterday-was-definitely-day-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Rested in Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14221894606663449795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38571675.post-116853147186338150</id><published>2007-01-12T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T10:21:24.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have returned once again, to blog, this time inspired by Hicai and Weeter. Hope this blog will last longer than my previous ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog is still under renovation. Would love to complete it but I'm tired and I need to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38571675-116853147186338150?l=baitofpleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/116853147186338150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38571675/posts/default/116853147186338150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baitofpleasure.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-have-returned-once-again-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Rested in Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14221894606663449795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
